is.” he said, handing it over to Sasha.
“Thanks.” she responded, grasping it with
both hands. She took a look at herself, squinting and moving the
mirror around so she could get a full mental picture. It was hard
in the dim light, but her features made her gasp. “Wow. I look hot .”
“I know.” responded Simon, slyly.
“No really. Have I ever done modeling?” she
wondered softly, placing a hand over the lines of her face, tracing
the contours with a finger.
“Let’s leave that up to fate. Now get over
yourself and sit down. We all need to talk.” Simon said
seriously.
“What ever happened to Kendra?” Sasha
wondered, but Simon dragged a chair out and pointed to it.
“ Sit .” he said to her coldly. She gave
him a worried look, but obeyed. Once she was seated he responded.
“Kendra’s dead, Sasha.”
“ Dead ?” Sasha asked dumfounded. Her
mind flooded with possible scenarios that could have caused her
death.
“She was caught by The New Illuminati. They
tortured her for information, but she never gave in. She didn’t
survive it. They didn’t care.” Simon said softly to his
wife.
“Why would they do that to her?” Sasha
wondered, thinking about the liveliness of her makeshift friend and
how her life could be snubbed out in an instant. Even though she
had the brains of rocks when she knew her, there had to have been
plenty of untapped potential.
“I don’t know.” Simon answered, pacing in the
room. “Perhaps they thought they could get to me and then get to
you. Kendra’s always been a bit obsessive over me. I never
developed feelings for her because she was shallow. At least — not
until she did that. I developed a new-found respect for her. She
was strong, Sasha. She just...” He paused, his voice strained. “She
just wasn’t strong enough.”
“I have to fix this if I ever get
back.” Sasha stated.
“You can try.” Simon added.
“I just need to find a door to another time.
I really need to find that house again.” Sasha said to him. While
they conversed, Mandy was busy changing her baby’s diaper.
“You’ve been trying to find a door for
years.” Simon said.
“Well I phased in here .” Sasha
replied, determined.
“I don’t know if it’ll work again, but I know
you eventually find your right time. That’s how this all started.”
Simon said cryptically.
“What about other people? I know I don’t have
my mom and dad now. What about Mandy’s parents? I’m sure they knew
something.”
“They escaped.” Mandy said from across the
room, ditching a spoiled diaper in the room’s solitary trash can.
“They wanted to protect me and felt like they were somewhat your
foster parents. In fact, they actually adopted you.”
“They did?” Sasha asked with surprise written
all over your face.
“You’ve been friends with Mandy for years.”
Simon said with a chuckle. “You’ve been around them for years. They
felt it was the best thing they could do for you.”
“So Mandy and I are...?”
“Sisters now. You know, I’m right here.”
Mandy said, picking up her baby-powder-fresh baby.
“So your baby is my nephew?” Sasha asked.
“Putting two-and-two together?” Mandy
wondered with a warm smile.
“Can I hold him?” Sasha asked. He was family
after all. “It’s a him, right?” In the darkness she couldn’t tell
whether the baby was dressed in blue or pink and she forgot her
earlier conversation when Simon mentioned Mandy’s baby.
“Yes. Here.” Mandy told her, offering the
baby over. Sasha carried him awkwardly, not sure how to turn him or
hold him, but it didn’t matter because he gurgled away happily.
“Aw.” Sasha said. “He’s cute!”
“Yes, I know he is.” Mandy said.
“Who is the father? Do I know him?” Sasha
wondered. She didn’t think Mandy the type of person to have a child
out of wedlock. She was ultra-conservative.
“No, but he’s upstairs. I’ll go get him.”
Mandy answered, leaving the room to head up the
“Thanks.” she responded, grasping it with
both hands. She took a look at herself, squinting and moving the
mirror around so she could get a full mental picture. It was hard
in the dim light, but her features made her gasp. “Wow. I look hot .”
“I know.” responded Simon, slyly.
“No really. Have I ever done modeling?” she
wondered softly, placing a hand over the lines of her face, tracing
the contours with a finger.
“Let’s leave that up to fate. Now get over
yourself and sit down. We all need to talk.” Simon said
seriously.
“What ever happened to Kendra?” Sasha
wondered, but Simon dragged a chair out and pointed to it.
“ Sit .” he said to her coldly. She gave
him a worried look, but obeyed. Once she was seated he responded.
“Kendra’s dead, Sasha.”
“ Dead ?” Sasha asked dumfounded. Her
mind flooded with possible scenarios that could have caused her
death.
“She was caught by The New Illuminati. They
tortured her for information, but she never gave in. She didn’t
survive it. They didn’t care.” Simon said softly to his
wife.
“Why would they do that to her?” Sasha
wondered, thinking about the liveliness of her makeshift friend and
how her life could be snubbed out in an instant. Even though she
had the brains of rocks when she knew her, there had to have been
plenty of untapped potential.
“I don’t know.” Simon answered, pacing in the
room. “Perhaps they thought they could get to me and then get to
you. Kendra’s always been a bit obsessive over me. I never
developed feelings for her because she was shallow. At least — not
until she did that. I developed a new-found respect for her. She
was strong, Sasha. She just...” He paused, his voice strained. “She
just wasn’t strong enough.”
“I have to fix this if I ever get
back.” Sasha stated.
“You can try.” Simon added.
“I just need to find a door to another time.
I really need to find that house again.” Sasha said to him. While
they conversed, Mandy was busy changing her baby’s diaper.
“You’ve been trying to find a door for
years.” Simon said.
“Well I phased in here .” Sasha
replied, determined.
“I don’t know if it’ll work again, but I know
you eventually find your right time. That’s how this all started.”
Simon said cryptically.
“What about other people? I know I don’t have
my mom and dad now. What about Mandy’s parents? I’m sure they knew
something.”
“They escaped.” Mandy said from across the
room, ditching a spoiled diaper in the room’s solitary trash can.
“They wanted to protect me and felt like they were somewhat your
foster parents. In fact, they actually adopted you.”
“They did?” Sasha asked with surprise written
all over your face.
“You’ve been friends with Mandy for years.”
Simon said with a chuckle. “You’ve been around them for years. They
felt it was the best thing they could do for you.”
“So Mandy and I are...?”
“Sisters now. You know, I’m right here.”
Mandy said, picking up her baby-powder-fresh baby.
“So your baby is my nephew?” Sasha asked.
“Putting two-and-two together?” Mandy
wondered with a warm smile.
“Can I hold him?” Sasha asked. He was family
after all. “It’s a him, right?” In the darkness she couldn’t tell
whether the baby was dressed in blue or pink and she forgot her
earlier conversation when Simon mentioned Mandy’s baby.
“Yes. Here.” Mandy told her, offering the
baby over. Sasha carried him awkwardly, not sure how to turn him or
hold him, but it didn’t matter because he gurgled away happily.
“Aw.” Sasha said. “He’s cute!”
“Yes, I know he is.” Mandy said.
“Who is the father? Do I know him?” Sasha
wondered. She didn’t think Mandy the type of person to have a child
out of wedlock. She was ultra-conservative.
“No, but he’s upstairs. I’ll go get him.”
Mandy answered, leaving the room to head up the
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