Don't Press That Button! WC 285

Don’t Press That Button!

There was a loud screeching sound and then an eerie silence.

“What the heck?”

“What did you expect? You pressed the button. Actions have consequences.”

“I know, but not this.”

Wallace and I have been friends for years; I know him like I know myself.

“You shouldn’t have pressed the button, Wallace!”

“I know, I know!”

“I know you know! I warned you…but no,” I reminded him, “and now here we are!”

“I said I know!”

“And yet you did it anyway.”

“Don’t rub it in, Marcus.”

I was being hard on him, but rightfully so. Still…

“Sorry, Wallace.”

We studied our surroundings.

“Now what do we do, Marcus?”

“I don’t have all the answers. You always think I do!”

“You have most of them. You always have.”

This wasn’t one of those times.

“Okay, Wallace, what do we know? The note below the button read, ‘IF YOU PRESS THIS BUTTON, YOU WILL BE TRANSPORTED TO A DIFFERENT TIME AND PLACE. PRESS AT YOUR PERIL.’ And what did you do?”

“I know, I know!”

“Since there is no button at this end for a return trip, I suggest we figure out how to survive here--wherever we are--until we can leave,” I said. “We can breathe the air and there must be food and shelter somewhere. And inhabitants.”

“I don’t see anything except rocks and sand.”

I didn’t either, but we had to adapt until we could figure a way out.

“Marcus, I’m hungry,” he said, looking my way.

He has never given any sign that he is into cannibalism, but we’ll see.

I wish he hadn’t pressed that button for so many reasons. I better look around for a weapon, just in case.