"We saw you at the school."Lila pointedly did not turn around as she kept walking back home, only a few months after the strange week when she had sent the strangers to the town the long way and then had run from them at the school."Lila Pavington."She continued marching back on the path back home, keeping her umbrella over her head and angling it to cover most of her back and bag, trying to obscure as most of as her body as she could, regretting that she had decided to wear a skirt together, after seeing a cloudless sky in the morning sun and believing that summer had finally arrived."You can't ignore us."The trench to the side of Lila had filled up with water, the excess liquid bubbling over the sides and splashing out onto the path in thick, murky rivulets that were saturated in loose mud and soil, smelling as foul as it looked, while simultaneously holding at least some charm compared to the menace of a man that was currently following her

"Lila Pavington! When you were young, you met a time traveller under the name of Jasper Red. He materialised within the area surrounded by cliffs behind your home. You were the one to find him, and you were heavily involved with his care as he recovered in your timeline. Has all that I have so far stated been correct so far?"From where she cowered on the floor, Lila scrambled backwards, slipping further on the mud on her attempts to get away and establish some distance between her and the man that was much more to the liking of her already fraying sanity.Her became matted down with mud and rainwater, her entire blazer and shirt collar being dyed an ugly, messy brown from the path below her.Kicking forwards to propell herself backwards and only dredging up more mud to mess up her school uniform, she finally was able to adequately keep herself out of potential striking distance between her and the man.Her entire body shook and was rendered a wobbly and

"Well get inside! My house is already cold enough as it is! And by the way, somebody left a message for you, a few weeks ago!"Mrs Holmes, to Lila in that moment, was simultaneously a God send and a harbinger of evil.Her full head of silver hair shone in the light, her beige cardigan looking perfectly calibrated to let her ride out the temperature and the weather comfortably and her walking stick currently standing proud on a dry part of her kitchen floor, the back door wide open for Lila, as if she had been expecting Lila to arrive around now.Feeling slightly guilty for tracking muddy fooprints in the temperamental old lady's kitchen, Lila decided to at leas take off her shoes and socks to spare her saviour's carpet from any kind of irreparable and irreversable damage.She knew the layout of the house well from multiple stays with the old woman and her comparatively kind and laid back husband who was happy to let his wife rage at whatever minutia she w

Quickly putting the photograph aside in her hand, Lila pulled out the letter from the envelope, folding out the sheet that held it to pull up an entire A4 sheet from the comparatively tiny envelope. Dear mini me, I am you from the future.The way you even have this letter is because of the idiot, self proclaimed time police that have managed to fuck up so badly and have become so desperate, that I've been able to use them to essentially get this through to you, sending it via Mrs Holmes. (If I were you, I'd suggest that you begin emotionally distancing yourself from those two. A set of broken pipes is going to have them both suffer from colds and pneumonia as the heating fails to work. There's nothing you can do. It involves industrial tools that you do not have access to, and whatever phone call you make now, will not be adressed and the incident will not be investigated.)

Only a few days after you pick up your A level results, you and your mother will have an explosive argument over your future, where she will attack you with one of the knives in the kitchen cabinet. She will insist that you find yourself a career as a receptionist in the surgery, as there will be a job opening there as the previous one will be retiring. You'll argue that you'll do no such thing and that you'll find yourself a job that's better paying in the town that you went to college in.The dispute will turn violent and your mother will ask if you're trying to kill her, pulling out a knife to almost feign committing suicide, and you're going to grab her wrists to keep the knife away from her, where she'll try and turn the blade on you in retaliation.You're going to sprain your mother's wrists, and it's not going to be pretty.Afterwards, you're going to go upstairs to your room and pull out a pre