Prologue: 1984

When Marie finds out that her ex-boyfriend is marrying someone else, she isn't prepared to let her soul-mate go so very easily. But this is the man who still thinks she's his 'kid student', and there's only one way to make him change his mind. Change the past.

The whole world was dressed in the dull of blue-grey, a monotonic hue wherever Marie glanced. Her eyes flit across the whole room, too, as she pursued her lips in thought. Lights gleamed brightly in their cylinders above her, pools of the blue depth around them. Oddly, it was making her feel a little dizzy.

Marie would probably have been fooled into thinking that it was a normal house, early morning, had she herself not stood out, even in the rusted ochre of her fur-lined coat.

The place remained all too…ethereal. Marie had thought that once she had arrived, it would mould into the house she had been used to visiting. But not here, not like this. Marie hadn’t been alerted to the melancholy of the things to come; she hadn’t been told that the existence would make her skin creep. Or maybe that was just the nerves. After all, the two of them had one shot to get the timing perfect.

Marie and her companion wandered the hallway, electrostatic clinging to their long hair. As Marie past a mirror, she stopped for a second to tidy her locks, before noticing a large vase that happened to be sitting there, light enough in its shade of blue to be coloured green. She couldn’t, could she? And, slowly, Marie extended her hands to augment the evidence that both she and the room were solid.

“Don’t!” scolded Marnie in a whisper from across the corridor. “What if there’s a robbery and your fingerprints alone will be all over the stolen vase?”

“The police won’t be able to catch me ‘cause I’ll be long gone.”

“They’ll catch you in the future.”

She whipped a finger to her lips and gestured to the wall that opened into a room at Marie’s side.

There was no denying that it was the playroom, their destination. Though muted, the walls filled with shapes of twisted animals and random letters. If the world’s colour had been usual, Marie guessed that the shades would have been subtle blues and pinks, to suit the two children and their stuffed animals who currently inhabited the place.

The young girl was asleep in her chair; her brother, however, huddled himself half under the table, snuffling as he faded in and out of dreamy consciousness. She couldn’t tell if, when his eyes came to be open, he saw her, but Marie definitely couldn’t take her eyes off him.

It was towards this boy that Marie pounced, somewhat victorious in her tone.

“Hello, Charles.”

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The End

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