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She asked cheerfully. "Evan Lynch." Over the next few days, Hannah and I actively tried to figure out the rules of this time-space distortion phenomenon. But the more we investigated, the more confused we became. Sometimes, something placed in one spot would disappear the next second, but if we put something in the exact same place again, nothing would happen. This time-space distortion seemed completely random. It appeared without warning, and the size of the objects it transferred was random too. But there were still some patterns.

Hey readers I know I'm not giving proper updates to this book. I am extremely sorry about it. I have been quite busy because of my studies, and I have to wrap up my other story, "Love Me Again." The story has few chapters left, and then I'll continue another book in it with the story of next generation. So, I am focusing more on it as it's about to end. Soon, I'll come up with new chapters for Beyond The Time.

It looked like an old study that had been cleared out, except for a few papers strewn around, and not much else. I bent to pick one of the papers. It was a long formula explaining relativity. I dropped it again and picked another, then another. It seemed like Mr. McGregor had been fully invested in time travel, to the extent that every single paper there had something to do with the phenomenon that had me back here.

"At first it was a partial memory, a dream that I thought was unreal. Then last night, when the image of my Butler dying on the guillotine appeared on my eyes, all of the memories in the past came back." He raised his hands and wiped the tears from my eyes. "How you died, how I suffered and how I died afterwards." I firmly gripped the broken glass while glaring at him. "Don't spout nonsense!" I yelled. "I am not your real enemy, Talia." He caressed my face and chuckled. "The one who turned back the time was me, it was my ability." He strangled my neck while wearing a smile on his face. "Liar, liar, liar..." I whispered repeatedly.

I narrowed my eyes at a brown clock on the table as we made our way outside. "What's this?" I stopped to pick it up. "That's just my time run." He said, receiving the rusty looking clock from me. "Don't touch it, it could be dangerous." "Dangerous, how?" I resumed walking while he led the way. "You see, for three years now, I've been working on a time machine, but that's never happened. No success at all." He began. "Okay?" I raised a questioning eyebrow at him. "But I managed to come up with the time run. It's a reverse clock that takes you to twelve noon the day you use it." He explained even though I was unable to comprehend.

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"Stop pretending, Harold. I saw all those photos on your laptop and the tattoo above your heart. "Let this go, Harold," I said. "Don't you feel guilty doing this to Elise?" His lips wobbled, but no sound came out. When he saw the disgust in my eyes, he finally realized that arguing for his own sake would only make things worse, and all blood drained from his face. With trembling hands, he fished out a wrinkled piece of paper from his pocket. On it, someone had written with a childish scrawl: "Reconciliation Ticket."

None of his employees want to come near him and many have lost their job, but there are some that have no choice and can't stay away from him even if they want. He has been sitting as rigid as a mountain until the door opens and the person he gave an important task to walk in, the poor man feels like fleeing back through because of the expression on Mr Hyde. Swallowing hard he presented his research. "This is all I got from the restaurant security cameras," he said, placing an envelope on the table. "I have this" he has no idea whether to cry or laugh when all his hours of hard burned down to three letter words. "Go and find out more about the man in the picture" he said, giving the envelope

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He sudden gasps dramatically, on his way out of the living room. I smile in amusement, shaking my head as I continue with my read. Surprisingly, he returns too soon and when I hear shuffling, then something white, peaking from under the book I am currently reading. I close the book and look at the medium sized box in front of me. " This is my last wedding gift." He is quick to say, when I glance at him, already giving him a look. I open the box to see some documents. The first thing to strike me to attention, is my name written on the top.