TIME & TIED: ESCALATION

ARC 2.2 - To the Future

PART 32b: FREQUENT FLYERS 2

"Corry has actually spent years trying to learn more about Julie," Carrie began. “Ever since Grade Nine. More recently, he was able to track down a girl named Tracy Irving - you can see her referenced there at the bottom of the flyers. Now, this Tracy used to be close to Julie, back when Julie was attending a private boarding school in England."

"Wait, close to Julie? Close how?" Isabella wondered.

"A friend,” Carrie shrugged. “I guess the same way I was. Basically, we're not the first school to have faced Julie's quest for domination.”

“England? But Julie doesn’t speak with an accent,” Bernard mused.

“She’s not FROM there, her parents sent her away. Rich, remember?” Carrie countered. “Point is, Julie recruited Tracy to assist her in controlling her old boarding school.” She began to pace back and forth. "But after a few months, Tracy was put off by Julie’s methods. Their friendship died. And that didn't slow Julie down much... but what DID set her back was the actions Tracy took afterwards. When Tracy decided that Julie had to be dealt with. And asked to rejoin her.”

“Wait - was TRACY the wizard’s apprentice in Julie’s loyalty story to us?” Elizabeth asked. Carrie shrugged. Elizabeth frowned. “I feel slighted.”

"You know,” Chartreuse broke in, “I’m getting the impression that this Tracy has, like, a fair bit in common with Corry. They both sound... kinda ruthless.”

“Could be how they finally found each other," Carrie acknowledged. “The internet is funny that way. Anyway, long story short, Tracy begged forgiveness of Julie, she was let back in, and she formed a counter alliance within Julie’s ranks. If you look at paragraph three of that printout, you'll see how Julie's tactics have included coercion, bribery, even blackmail. Except people also join her voluntarily, so you never know who's with her for what reason. And Julie makes a point of not revealing that information - or it was like that until Tracy. And now Corry.”

"Julie has some serious issues she should deal with,” Bernard said.

"Wait, I... I'm getting lost again,” Tim sighed. "Why did Julie even accept this Tracy back? She never accepted you back, Carrie."

“Younger Julie. Sloppier. Learned her lesson, and then took it out on me,” Elizabeth decided.

"Or maybe Julie underestimated this Tracy," Luci proposed. "Blind to the fact that she could ever lose."

“Wait.” Chartreuse tapped her fingers against her temples. “Corry obviously didn’t get HIS information from, you know, infiltrating Julie. So unless Carrie provided him with a LOT more stuff than Julie thought was possible, how did Corry, like, come up with the flyer? Because based on how people reacted today, I don’t think the info was, you know, faked.”

“Extrapolation,” Carrie said, before Elizabeth had a chance to speak. “Corry combined what Tracy told him with what he already knew about our school. After all, Julie’s methods haven’t changed outright. Corry was able to draw as many parallels as he could, and quiz me endlessly on some of the gaps. Then he got Tracy to send him that old picture, and BOOM. Despite the flyer not naming names, Corry’s put Julie’s ranks into chaos. He got the whole school wondering who the real Julie LaMille is.”

Bernard spoke in the silence that followed. “Context aside, what of Julie’s reaction?" he pressed. “That’s part of why we’re here. Is she about to lose her mind and start attacking people?"

“No,” Frank answered himself slowly. “Her reaction wasn’t what any of us expected.”

Elizabeth shrugged. “I’m betting Julie simply denied everything, and made people doubt this Tracy person ever existed outside Corry’s imagination. Yeah?”

The five people in their proper time exchanged a glance. "No," Frank repeated. "That's just it. She not only confirmed what was in the flyer, she pointed out an ERROR Corry had made. It seems he had overestimated the number of her voluntary followers."

The three time travellers stared back. “But that’s CRAZY,” Isabella protested. "If even half of what I've seen written on this flyer is true, practically every student is going to eventually turn against her.”

"Was Julie hoping for leniency?" Bernard guessed.

"We have no idea," Carrie said with a shrug.

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"Actually, I even heard Julie, like, voluntarily scheduled herself in for counselling sessions tomorrow," Chartreuse added. "Something that had been recommended by the principal."

There was a moment of silence. "Well, I guess we're done with this time trip then," Elizabeth concluded. "I got to see what was going to happen, you got to see travel to the future, turns out everyone will live happily ever after, the end. At the risk of sounding trite, when do we go back?"

Isabella crossed her arms. "No. NO. I don't like it," she said bluntly. "It's too perfect."

"I agree, unsurprisingly enough," Luci said. "However, Elizabeth does have a point. Wasn't this the outcome we were hoping for? A nice, non-apocalyptic, non-gun wielding conclusion to everything? Hey, here it is, and we didn't have to lift a finger to create it."

"In fact, if you three try to lift a finger, this could turn into a disaster," Frank pointed out. "And I don't mean at the school. Consider the following: You change something. Because of that, Carrie is unable to save herself from the van at 5:44. It would at minimum change this conversation, and in the worst case, an injured Elizabeth could make for a nasty time... loop? Paradox? I don’t even know. Thus it's in all our best interests to act like your trip never happened. I know I'm going to. Er, going to have that is."

The three time travellers again exchanged a glance. "I'm right," Bernard realized. "We can't do anything to disrupt this future from happening. The timeline needs to unfold this way.”

"Lovely," Isabella said, smacking her palm to her forehead. "Honestly Carrie, it’s always something with you! I guess that means we won't be able to tell past Chartreuse and Tim about any of this either.”

"What? Luci, I'm hurt,” Chartreuse protested. "Seeing as nothing's going to come of this, why can't I, like, know earlier?"

"You really think you can fake your way sitting through that explanation, when you would already know it?” Frank asked.

Chartreuse paused. "Welllll..."

"Chartreuse, if we leave it like this, it gets us out of the discussion in a consistent way," Tim pleaded. "Please, right now that's what I'm hoping for the most."

"Okay then," Chartreuse sighed. "I guess I can accept it. Though it means I’m now, you know, in on a secrecy conspiracy against myself." She brightened. “Which, come to think, is kinda neat.”

"Did I at least take one of these flyers with me to study?" Isabella questioned. Her counterpart nodded, and Isabella pocketed the information.

"We’ll clear out of your way now," Bernard decided. "I only hope that this future turns out to be as good as it looks."

"You worry too much," Elizabeth said airily. "Let's not look the gift horse in the mouth, okay?" Five minutes later, after the time machine had been reset, Elizabeth, Bernard and Isabella pulled the handle to head back into the past.

***

“That's cleared some of the clutter out of here," Carrie observed, dusting off her hands.

Frank walked over to the sitting room window. "It was certainly a bizarre experience, meeting oneself that way," he reflected, watching large droplets of rain splatter against the glass. At least it wasn’t cold enough for snow yet.

"It was pretty amazing I'd say," Chartreuse noted. "You know, I think I'd like to try a time trip myself next. If that's okay with you guys, of course."

"I'm just glad it's over with," Tim sighed. "Not only the time travel but also the mess with Julie. Maybe life can get back to normal now."

Chartreuse turned her gaze upon him. "Aw, Tim, I'm so sorry you, like, didn’t enjoy any of this. I hope you can forgive me and that we can still, you know, be friends?"

Tim hesitated only briefly before smiling back at Chartreuse. "I-I'd like that," he admitted. “And it’s not that I didn’t enjoy it, Chartreuse! I mean, I did agree to come here. It's only... it’s a lot to take in. It’s easier for me to handle social stuff when it’s just me and Clarke, I guess.”

“Time travel is overwhelming no matter who you are," Frank remarked. He turned away from the window. “Before you all go, the logical question we need to ask now is - is there anything further to say about Julie's reaction?"

No one spoke. Then Luci let out a sigh of resignation. "It doesn't look like it, much as I wish that weren't the case," she said. "I mean, we all saw Julie today. She should have been incensed, and she wasn't. She was smiling. Smiling in a weird, contented way, like she got what she wanted. My past self was right, it's too perfect. We're missing a piece of the puzzle."

"It was her birthday," Chartreuse pointed out. "Maybe Julie decided to, like, accept that the skeletons were out, in order to restart her life at sweet sixteen.”

"Maybe," Luci said, unconvinced. "I guess I was holding out too much hope that, upon seeing our previous conversation from this side, something else would be triggered."

“Yeah, well, I got nothing,” Carrie declared. “So we might as well wrap this meeting up.”

Chartreuse looked over at the clock. "Probably best. Me and Luci have, like, less than a half hour until band rehearsal. We'd better get a move on."

"I don’t want to overstay my welcome either," Tim said, standing up. “I bet your parents will be back soon.”

Frank pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose. “All right then. Thanks for coming," he concluded. "Also, Tim, Chartreuse, now that you know about the time machine, I see no reason to exclude you from any new incidents that come up. All we would ask is that you continue to keep the secret."

"Of course," Chartreuse agreed. "As long as you consider letting me time trip.”

"I'll keep the secret," Tim added. "But don’t feel you have to call me in. Keeping me updated through Chartreuse is fine.”

"Fair enough," Frank said.

Everyone proceeded out of the sitting room.

"Oh yeah, Frank, there was an actual math question I wanted to ask you about," Carrie remembered, snapping her fingers. "Can you spare a few more minutes?"

"Sure," Frank agreed. "It'll be nice to do something mundane for a change."

Carrie pulled her notebook from her bag while the others retrieved their belongings and headed out the front door. With only a brief backwards glance, Luci joined Chartreuse under her umbrella in her walk towards the high school. His own umbrella open, Tim followed for a short distance before turning away to head for his own place of residence. Meanwhile, Carrie and Frank adjourned back to the Dijora sitting room.

At that moment, none of them felt particularly concerned about the future.

Ten minutes later, the gun went off.