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"It's been more than 2 hours," Mrs. Teslow sighed. After arriving in the future, she and Phil had immediately gone to the police station in Phil's home town. The entrance way to the station was a small, bare room. Upon entering, a voice over what she perceived to be an intercom, but could see no speaker system in sight, asked, "May I help you, Sir and Madam?"

"We need to report a kidnapping involving time travel," Phil stated.

"Very well," The voice said and then a small, rectangular object emerged from the wall in front of them. It hung from the wall until Phil grabbed it and began to speak into it, describing the kidnapping in shaken, however, clear and concise detail. When he was finished, he placed the device back on the wall and it seemingly vanished.

Mrs. Teslow prompted, "Is that really all you're going to tell them?"

"It's only the initial report," Phil stated, "They would have thrown the case out if I had given more than just the facts. It's standard procedure."

"You…you sound like you're used to this sort of thing," Mrs. Teslow commented.

Phil shrugged and explained, "We have…legal issues with our clientele from time to time and so I'm more used to this than most people are, yes."

"What sort of legal issues?" Mrs. Teslow wondered.

"Petty theft, identity fraud, that sort of thing," Phil stated.

"And it's your job to handle all of this?" She questioned.

"Just one of job of many," Phil sighed.

The voice spoke once again, "Your case is accepted. You may enter."

The left wall of the room lifted to reveal another small room, with various, uncomfortable looking chairs. The walls of this room were completely lined with vending machine glass, containing enough snack items to last them a year. Or so, Mrs. Teslow could only hope, as the wall closed once again immediately upon their entrance, leaving no clear exit in sight.

"And now we wait," Phil grunted as sat down in a chair, slid down in slightly, crossed his arms, and closed his eyes.

"For how long?" Mrs. Teslow asked, sitting down into the chair across from Phil's.

Phil didn't even bother to upon his eyes and he replied, "If it winds up taking more than 12 hours, they send you home."

And so, Mrs. Teslow did as Phil said they would have to do. She sat as patiently as she possibly could, intently watching the hands moving on her wrist watch. After about twenty-minutes, she questioned, "Do you think there's any way they'll let us put our request in with real human instead of that robot voice?"

"The robot voice was a real person," Phil stated. He opened his back up and asked, "Do you want something the refreshment dispensers…er, I mean, the vending machines?"

"Thank you, Phil, but I'm too nervous to eat," Mrs. Teslow trembled. Then she commented, "You know, you'd think they'd at least have a TV or something in here if they're going to make you wait this long."

"Everybody carries around their own entertainment devices nowadays, so there's no need for things like televisions in public places…or anywhere for that matter," Phil explained. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone and said, "Here, you can watch TV on this. I've got a lot shows from the late 1990's and early 2000's…you don't know how hard they were to track down on this thing."

Mrs. Teslow chuckled a lit bit, "Keely's been trying for months to teach me how to watch TV on one of those…what-you-called-them high-tech phones. Yours is remarkably smaller than hers, though. How do watch television on such a tiny screen?"

"Holographic projections," Phil stated.

"Naturally," Mrs. Teslow chuckled again.

Phil read off the list of available shows to Mrs. Teslow and then started one up upon her request. Mrs. Teslow watched in amazement as one of her favorite TV shows suddenly came to life. The image wasn't a mere holographic picture floating in mid-air. The whole room literally turned into the set of the show and she felt like she watching the action right in the middle of the character's living room.

Despite the wonder, she could not let her mind sway from her precious daughter. Still, she tried to put on a brave face for Phil, not wanting to come off as ungrateful for his kindness towards her. After a few episodes, though, she suddenly found herself sighing, "It's been more than two hours."

"Are you bored? Do you want to watch something else?" Phil wondered.

"No, this is fine," Mrs. Teslow smiled. Another forty-five minutes passed before a different wall in the room opened and an officer stepped inside. Phil promptly shut down the holographic images as the officer requested that they follow him.

"Another hologram?" Mrs. Teslow whispered in Phil's ear in regards to the officer.

"No time to even leave their desks. It's a shame," Phil shook his head.

The pair followed the holographic officer down a long, overly bright hallway, until they came yet another door hidden in the wall. This room, too was filled was holographic images, showing ghastly images of various crime scenes, piled on top of the other.

"What's this show called?" Mrs. Teslow wondered.

"It's not a show. They're projections of actual crimes based on the clues and data they've collected."

In the middle of the room was a surprisingly normal desk with a surprisingly normal, high backed office chair. The person in the chair sat facing away from Phil and Mrs. Teslow.

"You'll have to forgive me for making you wait," a man's voice came from the chair, although the back of the chair was tall enough they couldn't even see the top of the person's head. The chair swiveled around then and all the holographic images disappeared, including the holographic officer. The man in uniform spoke, "I'm Officer Frank Johannsson. Please, have a seat. Chairs, 2!"

Two chairs rose up from the floor. Mrs. Teslow still agape, so Phil had to gesture her along to sit down.

"Thank you for coming in, Mr. Diffy, Mrs. Teslow. I regret to inform you that this isn't a standard kidnapping involving time travel—

Mrs. Teslow injected, with a raised eyebrow, "What do you consider standard?" She regretted her words a minute later and said, "I'm sorry…please, continue."

"The man you stated as a possible suspect is a very powerful man, Mr. Diffy," Officer Johannsson stated. "He's a criminal overlord. We've been trying to catch him for a long time now, but there's never enough evidence to make an arrest. I'm afraid there's not much we can do."

"Well, why don't we just go back to before the kidnapping happened and rescue her before it can happen!" Mrs. Teslow suddenly blurted.

Phil shook his head. "It doesn't work like that, Mrs. Teslow. It's more than likely he's already done that himself and changed the scenario of the kidnapping a dozen times over. And, ultimately, the circumstances so much that she probably wasn't even technically taken from the ice cream parlor parking lot."

"Then we go back and time and look for witnesses!" Mrs. Teslow insisted.

Officer Johannsson spoke, "We've already done that and it turned up nothing. We're doing the best we can, but I am going to have to tell you to prepare for the worse. If you daughter has made this man angry in any way, she may already be dead."

"Da—dead," Phil whispered. His voice was drowned out by Mrs. Teslow screaming. Officer Johannsson stood up and walked around the desk. He put his hands on Mrs. Teslow's shoulder in attempt to calm her down.

When she finally stopped screaming, Phil suddenly gasped, "Wait, I have an idea."

He rushed out of the police station then and back out to his time machine.

She may have left me a message in the journal! He realized.

He had left the journal in between the front seats, however, when he got there, the journal was gone. He began frantically crawling around on the floor, but to no avail.

Phil ultimately broke down crying. Officer Johannsson's hologram appeared beside Phil then. He looked up to see Mrs. Teslow standing in the doorway.

"What is it, son?" Officer Johannsson questions.

"It's gone," Phil bawled and starting hitting the floor. "It's gone, it's gone, it's gone, it's gone!"

Mrs. Teslow walked into the time machine and knelt down beside Phil.

"I want…I want that little jerk Theodore taken into custody and questioned," Phil demanded.

"Theodore?" Officer Johannsson questioned.

"He's that overlord's, and incidentally, Keely's grandson. He's bound to know something…"

"Does this Theodore have a last name?"

"Walters. Theodore S. Walters…possible the third."

That old man I saw hitting him must have been Ted! I just can't believe I didn't see it before…

"Very well," Officer Johannsson nodded. "I need a warrant for a Theodore S. Walters III. And pronto."