Chapter 8: Private Television

 Harper

In shock at the mass growing in front of her, It is beginning to grow bigger. Her name must be Amelia Harper Edison, and that is comforting to know.  Seeing this coagulated mass formation grow from a small one centimeter to one inch to one foot in seconds, the more she focuses on it is fantastic and the little worry some at the same time. But she has no fear. It is as if she is familiar with the mass.  As if she has seen it before but does not remember... she reaches her hand out and places on arm into it, and it goes inside. But not out the other end. She removes her arm. It is still just an average arm. She then decides to make the mass bigger and grabs it at its' side,s and focuses, and begins to stretch it, imagining it as being putty-like. Now the group is about five feet wide and four feet tall. She stares through it. Staring through it, images start to surface. Are they memories playing on a private television reel just for me? I see myself with a beautiful woman. We are lip locked, my fingers through her hair, and we are staring intensely into the eyes of each other. I see myself mouth the words "I Love You." The memory vanishes into smoke, and another one appears of a group of men in black suits surrounding me outside a building. I have my hands extended downward, palms showing in surrender. They quickly march up to me and use electrical sticks to knock me out. Is this how I ended up here?

   I wonder if I can control this mass, this wormhole, or whatever it is called. I close my eyes hold my hands out at sides facing upwards but inwards towards my chest. Not sure why I chose this position; I suppose It just felt natural. I focus on this girl I saw in the memory. The girl with the red hair. The beautiful girl with long beautiful red hair, cherry lips, who was tall and perfectly slender and just the perfect height. Whose lips fit my lips, who held me so delicately.  I focus on the need to be near her at all costs, and in doing so, something bursts out of me, some force vectoring me towards the mass, into it, sending my whole essence into it. But I fight it. I place a foot forward to hold myself back. What if this thing sends me into a black hole in outer space, and I die, or I get stuck in it and end up nowhere. I have too many questions and not enough answers. Should I even be using this here and now? They could be watching. They could be watching! Harper takes a deep, collected breath and relaxes every muscle in her body and makes her mind blank, and the mass and everything with it disappears. It is as though her body has this muscle memory she has no idea even existed. Harper knows she has used this gift thousands of times before. But she has no memory of it. 

It is then I hear a knock on the door.