Before Time

Lizzie remarked resignedly, "I said I'd send it, didn't I? She was sick of being questioned about whether or not she had submitted the short tale for the contest. What was she getting into? The deadline was approaching quickly and she hadn't even written a sentence. She made the decision to watch a science fiction film to get some ideas.

The film was excellent. She took off her 3-D glasses as the credits rolled and massaged her eyes. What exactly did they say about 3-D glasses last time? Wouldn't it be amusing if she actually experienced that?

She left the theater with thoughts in her head. After arriving home, she entered her bedroom, drawn the drapes, and turned out all the lights. She grinned as she put on the 3-D glasses and followed the directions she recalled from the movie.

All of this happened extremely rapidly. As though an unseen ghost, she felt the floor shift and instantly found herself back in the present, standing next to her father's bed as he lay dying. She saw him tell her mother to tell Lizzie to use her talent as he breathed his final breath and slid away, of course unable to see her.

She felt a thrill of pleasure as she read the words. Oh yeah, she sure would have some short stories to submit for the contest. By simply following the directions in the movie, she had successfully traveled across time. Incredible! She had now also learned that she have a talent. She had overheard fragments of talks about her talent as a child, but she had assumed they were just "made up" tales meant to make her feel unique. What it it be like to utilize her gift today, she pondered.

Lizzie once again closed her eyes and imagined an instance from her history. She felt depressed as a result. It appeared as though the scab of a partially healed wound had been removed. Once more, it was bleeding. She had to do this, though.

On the road, a man was lying dead. The love of her life, Ian, was there. He had been struck by a drunk driver who had ignored a stop sign and run a red light. Lizzie squatted down next to him and activated her innate healing ability. She touched Ian's lifeless corpse. Ian sat up as she felt an electric charge run through her. Thankfully, there are no witnesses and no signs of bleeding or injuries. It's a good thing the inebriated motorist didn't pull over.

Ian slowly arose. "What were we doing, Lizzie, sitting there in the middle of the street? ", he inquired with a perplexed expression. She said, "I'll explain on the way. Let's leave! ”

Listen, Ian said, "I'm starving to death. What about getting some food? ”

Lizzie said, "Brilliant concept. Because she wanted to return home with Ian this time and finish her short story, she hoped the lunch wouldn't take too long. She was happy with how well her mission had gone thus far.

They entered a crowded takeout establishment and were able to secure two window seats. To place their order, Ian proceeded to the counter. Lizzie's thoughts strayed while she awaited his return, and she recalled how they had originally met. The most attractive man she had ever seen, he was. He was the ideal representation of the fantasy that every woman has. They went to the Tate Modern Art Gallery on their first date. Although Lizzie didn't find it very romantic, she didn't mind. He led her through the gallery while she stood there and gazed into his graying denim eyes at the paintings and sculptures. She had fully fallen in love with him somewhere between the museum and the gift store because he was so witty, smart, gorgeous, and unpretentious.

He had undergone a comprehensive analysis and rating on a scale of one to 10 when she first informed her friends about him. By the time they reached his potential, they were confident Lizzie was onto something special. He was employed, and on top of that, he was a home owner. Because he lost them in a fight, her ex-boyfriend didn't even have any teeth of his own. She had good fortune.

After leaving, Ian returned bearing their meal. So tell me, what was happening on the road back there? ”

Lizzie made an effort to seem nonchalant about it, but she could see Ian's eyes widening in shock.

You'll know I'm not lying because I'm taking you back to the future, therefore you're going to trust me.

And just how will you transport me into the future? There is nothing that looks like a tardis or an appropriate mode of transportation here. Or do you possess extraordinary abilities? ”

She grinned. "In actuality, I do! I possess the tools and the authority.

She triumphantly held aloft the 3-D glasses after reaching inside her handbag to get them.

"Lizzie, how exactly is this going to work with only one pair there?

She was eager to get the final laugh as he was now making fun of her.

She realized she hadn't read the directions on how to travel back in time at that point. She hadn't really believed it would succeed, had she? She was now mired in the past.

Lizzie is still attempting to travel into the past, and she despises being locked up in a mental hospital.