“Could we go to ten years ago at the hospital in Dallas, Texas? He asked quietly. I looked at him, questioningly.
“Do you have a certain time frame?” I asked him. He shook his head.
“Just this exact day, ten years ago at the hospital in Dallas, Texas; please…” He licked his lips and sighed. “Room 17 on the top floor…”
I squeezed his hand and told him to close his eyes. I breathed in deeply and jumped us both back.
“Oh Calum, I’m so sorry,” I whispered, seeing why he wanted to come back. “I had no idea.”
I watched Calum step up slowly to the bed holding most likely his grandpa and looked away. I didn’t know what else to say. He looked really, really sick- like, incurable sick and I felt so sorry for both of them.
“Calum, my dear boy….you have grown since yesterday I saw you.” His grandpa said. Calum stood over him. I looked at them with envy. I wished I had the kind of family that I had that kind of relationship with. I opened the door silently and walked outside the room. I closed the door to give them some time alone.
A few minutes later, Calum came out, his eyes red rimmed; his face seeking answers. I didn’t know what went on in there, and I wasn’t one to encroach on private conversations (I really was but this wasn’t the time for that.) but I knew that something was up.
“Who’s Stone?” he asked quietly. His voice wavered in places. I hesitated. “I know you know him, TELL ME WHERE HE IS.”
I had never heard Calum yell or even see him get angry.
“Stone is my brother. Calum what just happened?” I asked. Calum shook his head.
“I have to tell Stone something that my grandfather told me. We have to go back to the present and you are going to take me to Stone.” He ordered.
He practically grabbed my hand and forced me to jump back which I did immediately. I didn’t jump to school; I jumped home, right in front of Stone.