Chapter 10

"I need to get home," I said to Six.

I wasn't talking to Seven. She made my head ache.

After the pain and trouble I went through getting my head screwed on straight, I didn't need the bullshit. And she was full of it ... and she lied to me ... maybe.

Sins of omission count when you've been kidnapped ... even if it was by accident. If Tom hadn't decided to mark his territory that night I wouldn't have been washing the cat pee off the watch fragments. If I'd have dropped the watch when it suddenly got almost hot while cold water was running on it and its innards, I'd still be going to work every day and Tom would be minding the house.

Now nobody was watching the house ... except Doctor Janie and her twelve gauge pump.

If I knew how the watch worked I wouldn't have worried ... but nobody told me anything. Mushroom, they treat me worse than mushrooms, I thought.

So ... I didn't know that the reconstructed watch would put me back home milliseconds after I left and do it so fast that it would take an ultra high speed camera played back at slower than refrigerated molasses poured from a small mouthed jug to see I'd been gone.