David shakes the rain for his jacket and let’s out a shiver as a chill passes through his body.
“Mason, WAIT!” He calls out to his Alsatian, she curls her tail between her legs as sheepishly looks over towards him before making another dash for the dog door.
“For CHRIST sake! WAIT!” He calls out again, rushing towards her. She crouches down as he grabs her soaking wet jacket and quickly releases the velcro straps freeing her from the jackets grasp. “Good girl, on you trot,” he says as he messily pats her head before he pulls off his jacket and throws it over a line of rope that weaves itself between two of the small gazebos eves. He peels of his socks and shoes, followed by his jeans and tip toes in through the back door in a failed attempt at lessening the freezing touch of the tiles on his feet. As he walks into the kitchen he’s confronted by a man sitting at the kitchen table with a revolver pointed towards him.
“W-W-What the fuck? Who are you and where’s Margaret and Effie?” He demands, tightening his hands into shaking fists.
“Sit down Mister Taylor, and I’ll answer all your questions.”
“SIT DOWN!” The man yells as he interrupts David, who quickly sits down at the table, his face now a pale green.
“I’ve come a long way to have this conversation so I’d appreciate your complete and devoted attention. Your family is safe, there is no cause for concern about their safety. It is you I’m here to see, and only you.”
“W-W-What do you want from me?”
“The walk you just took with your dog, the one in the rain. Did anything unusual happen?”
“Unusual? What do you mean by unusual?”
The man smiles, “I mean, did anything out of the ordinary happen? Did you come across a bag of money, or something like that?”
“N-N-No. W-W-Why?” David says as he swallows a mouthful of dry, razor-sharp air.
“Because you wished you did, didn’t you?”
“NO, that’s absurd. Why would I wish that?”
The man smiles again, “At eight thirty-seven pm, on the night of May the twenty-first, twenty-eighteen you made a mental note, one that you swore you would never forget. Do you remember it?”
“W-W-Wha….” David doesn’t get to finish as the man quickly interrupts again.
“You said to yourself that one day when the ability to travel through time exists you would come back to that moment and leave a briefcase full of money behind the phone booth that was in front of you at the time. Does that sound familiar now?” He says with a toothy grin, as he looks out over the rim of his glasses.
“W-W-Who are you?”
“Let’s just say I’m someone who upholds laws, and I’m here because in the future you never forgot that promise you made.”