Number two: Emmet needed to find the location of the time machine and steal it from Lila, as soon as he knew where Jasper was.
It would be much better for the time machine to never fall into the wrong hands. It could easily be abused to fit anyone less responsible's desires and wishes, especially because the exact theory of how the universe responded to time travel was unknown, as of yet.
The time machine itself contained internal logs of where and when it had travelled from and to. If Emmet was unable to extract a location from Lila, then he would be able to simply search for one through the internal memory of the time machine.
He would be able to intercept Jasper before he had even stolen the time machine in the future where he originally came from. He would be able to meet Jasper in the immediate aftermath of their separation.
He could even cross his own timeline to have two Emmets exist at the research facility.
Crossing his own timeline and ev
"Lunch time! I hope you like repetitive meals," Lila called out as soon as she entered the room, tray propped up on one arm again as she opened the door with the other.She swung her body around with a slight spring in her step, her face more well rested than Emmet had seen her this morning, strangely enough.Emmet looked up and blinked at her, vaguely gesturing the empty bowl that had been finished for breakfast, before putting out his arms for another plate of rice and steamed vegetables, this time carrots, rather than broccoli."We're finishing all this off before I make anything else, so shut up and enjoy it," she continued to keep speaking."I didn't say anything," Emmet replied to her, receiving a wry look of disbelief in return.Her face said it all."Nice acting, mate," she drawled out, sarcastically, " I totally did not see you completely reverse your opinions on what I served since breakfast. Truly, you are a master on your persona
To lose control, Emmet thought to himself, sitting alone on the cream coloured bed, as if it were an island, alone and floating in a vast ocean of turbulent blue, the last vestiges of what could be considered solid where he currently lay down, was a terrible thing."one two three four five..." he counted and timed, as he breathed.His control had not cracked when he was offered the position as facility director. He had maintained his composure and a respectable expression as his person was insulted and his family threatened. He had accepted the position with grace, sacrificing his personal romantic relationships with a calm enough demeanor, standing still and saying nothing as Doctor Johnstone threw weak punch after weak punch, with her shaking, fragile arms, at his unmoving chest.He had not flinched when she called him a heartless bastard, and he was not inclined to
When she had been left alone and distraught, Lila remembered that she had simply sunk to the floor and curled up into a silent ball.She remembered how all her tears had dried up and the hollow emptiness where she had been taught where her heart was.She had counted the lengths of her breaths, just as she had been told to do."one two three four five.""one two three four five.""one two three four five."She had no idea for how long she had been sat down there for, in the centre of a messy room, surrounded by smashed up pieces of long buried junk and tens upon tens of dust bunnies. Nothing moved with the windows closed, and nothing made any noise at all.The house was completely empty after all, save for her own presence.Sh
Digging in the garden was something simple and easy.It didn't require much thought, and as soon as one had found themselves a sturdy enough stick, then they were set. They were free to dig to their heart's content.Maybe they would find themselves a dinosaur bone. Maybe they would find themselves pirate treasure, or maybe even a Roman coin, if they were lucky.Digging was a mindless task that made your back break and your legs strain to keep you upright.And it was in those mindless moments, outside, that it occurred to Lila that she could just simply... leave.She could leave right now and she could seek out a new and better life away from here. She would never have to hurt again. She would never have to go to sleep crying again. She would be able to play like all the other children, she would be able to go to friend's houses, play with their electronics, eat their cookies and biscuits.She would be able to hate school, just like eve
When Lila finally heard any sort of noise that didn't come from her, or her activities, she was content that she had dug herself a big enough hole to show that she had at least been in the garden for a long enough time.Also, if it it didn't turn out to be large enough, then she could just lie and say that she had been trying to find crickets in the garden here again.She picked herself up and gave a cursory attempt at trying to wipe the mud off the front of her raincoat, before turning around to investigate the noise.She trekked into the kitchen, through the back door and took off her wellington boots, placing them outside to keep the mud away from the kitchen tiles and to avoid having to wash the mud off herself.She apparently never did it right, and that every movement she made, according to her mother, created another additional ten jobs that needed to be adressed. Lila had tried finding them, but she hadn't succeeded so far, no matter what her moth
"Lila! Lila!" Lila's mother screamed out, her loud, high pitched shriek echoed out throughout the house and the garden.Lila, herself, froze up, the feeling of ice running through her veins, freezing her heart. She heard each and every beat of her heart, loud and clear, a thumping rhythm that counted down the seconds of her life like the drum beat of her execution.Her legs shook, unable to move under the control of her mind anymore, seemingly developing their own consciousness and volition, electing to remain stuck to exactly where she had hidden herself at the side of the house, rather than running away.Lila dryly swallowed once, twice, before holding her breath to try and focus herself.If she ran away now, her mother would only be more and more angry whether she was caught or not. If her mother catched up to her, then she would be met the fury of a volcan's lava, forced to travel to receive the victim of their rage.But if Lila wasn't ca
Lila didn't know when she fell asleep in the basement, lying there in a broken heap, next to a pool of her own vomit at the bottom on the stairs.But she did know was that she was back in her bedroom when she awoke. She laid down on her pillows that were propped up around her, cradling her body, and that she was lying on her side.She brought a hand up to her head, feeling around at the back, hissing when she felt it sting, and confused when she felt that it was wet. She touched lightly at her upper scalp, where her mother had tugged and pulled, feeling the same wetness there as well, and the accompanying pain as well.Pulling her hand away, she looked over to it, relieved when she saw that the liquid was clear, and just simple water, alleviated from the worry of staining her blankets and pillows with crimson red blood that would need to be washed out, and be seriously treated.If she went to a hospital, she didn't know what she was supposed to say
As soon as the sun sunk below the horizon, dying the sky as red as Jasper's hair, and the room was finally, mercifully, empty, Lila decided that it was time to at least learn the time.She shifted her head incrementally, lifting her shoulders up to keep the pillows away from her sensitive scalp, so she could shift just enough for her eyes to strain to the side to read the clock.Through blurry vision and her tears, Lila figured out that it was only seven in the evening.Her father would arrive home in approximately half an hour and would get out of his work clothes to dress in his nightie, and then the family would have supper. Lila would get some free time to play on the living room carpet at his feet as he watched whatever old episode of Star Trek again, for the two hundredth time, before he got tired of Lila, and sent her off to sleep.It was the only real time that she had with him, and he was hardly ever interested in what she said and what she