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starred me straight in the eye. “Anna, you are the last person in the world who should be involved with this.”
    “What do you mean? I’m an expert on this subject. I am far more of an expert than you are! You’re a skeptic! You cover this shit up.” I didn’t mean to swear but after months of keeping this to myself the professional niceties I usually kept toward my immediate superior were vanishing quickly. “Your career is based on disproving the possibility of time travel. You won’t even entertain the possibility. I, on the other hand, am perfectly openminded…”
    I was interrupted by a light flashing above our heads and an alarm ringing. There was a thudding of footsteps coming from behind and suddenly the nurse we’d met earlier was running back down the hall in our direction. She pushed us out of the way and ran into the hospital room. Martin and I both swung around, startled to see that the man in black had suddenly appeared directly behind us.  
    For the first time that day an expression filled his blank face. He grinned and nodded towards the hospital bed. “Look’s like our guy is conscious.”

Chapter Four.  

    All I wanted, was to talk to him.  
    I could hear Martin and the man in black still bickering off to the side of me. “The very fact that he has survived — lived to tell this tale — should prove that he is not a time traveller,” Martin spat, but I was barely listening. My eyes were transfixed on the hospital bed that I could just barely make out through the window, where the strange man dressed in a purple jump suit was sitting up, staring eerily around, trying to make some kind of sense of his surroundings.
    At first they wouldn’t let me in the room. Once the doctors and nurses had cleared out, the man in black pushed his way in, not even letting Martin follow him, at least at first.  
    After a brief harrowed conversation with the mysterious patient he glanced up and waved for Martin to join him.
    “You stay here,” Martin said to me firmly, grabbing the door handle and pushing through into the room before I could argue back. Truthfully, as much as I wanted to be inside that room, I was also terrified of what I might find out. On the one hand this was what I had been waiting for my whole life.  
    “My whole life” – I thought back over that phrase, and thought about how strange it was that I’d possessed this drive and desire to prove time travel was possible for as long as I could remember. What kind of child was so fixated on time travel, so badly wanted it to be true, that she would grow up and dedicate her whole life to it?
    I sighed and thought about my PhD thesis as the three figures inside the room carried on in hushed serious tones, lowering their voices, not even daring to look up at me. My much maligned thesis — which barely had the approval of my supervisor, let alone the physics department — had caused nothing but controversy since the moment I’d begun writing it, and there were doubts I would even be granted my PhD by the end of it. But - if this guy really had travelled through time, had come here, somehow, someway from the 70s, then that would change everything.
    The conversation with the three of them continued for ages — almost 15 minutes passed with me staring at them through the window before my old nurse buddy appeared at my side. She introduced herself this time as Bianca, and asked me why I wasn’t inside the room with the rest of them.
    “You’re part of whatever it is that.they do, aren’t you?” she asked. I looked at her with a mixture of sadness and annoyance, wondering how it was that this nurse knew more about ‘whatever it is that they do’ than I did.  
    I half shrugged my shoulders. “I’m not sure that I am, no.”
    She looked worried. “Oh. Then, should you even be here?” She looked around the hall, checking for any other stowaways, like she was scared that we were about to get in trouble.  
    I didn’t mean for it