Chapters (45)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Contents
- Prologue
- 2046
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- About the Author
Shit. He snapped his eyes open. Safa had gone to the toilet in the bar. He was in the way. He turned round and dropped his head as Safa moved round him, her shoulder brushing against his. ‘Sorry,’ she said, lifting a hand. He lifted a hand and turned to watch the procession while suddenly feeling like a voyeur. Fuck. This was wrong. This was so wrong. He moved away quickly and crossed the road to sprint down back to his alley then down and through his portal that was deactivated the second he got into the bunker. He breathed hard. His chest rising and falling. For a second he felt sick to the stomach at what he had just done. Then the humour of it hit him and he burst out laughing. He saw Harry. He saw Safa. Safa touched his shoulder!
If he wasn’t forged mentally prior to that, he was from that point on.
Thirty-Seven
Thirty-Seven
He fixes his gaze on the blue square. ‘I just run through, yeah?’
‘I would dive through,’ the doctor says behind him. ‘Not that I would actually dive through as only a maniac would actually go through that thing into—’
‘Got it. Dive through,’ Ben says, casting a worried glance at the doctor, still muttering to himself. ‘Can I look now?’ he asks Malcolm.
‘Of course,’ Malcolm says. ‘Just be careful in case a wave comes through.’
Ben sticks his face through and screams at the huge wall of water inches from his face. He gets one step back before it hits. A surge of violent, seething water that pummels him back off his feet into the wall.
‘Shit,’ Ben says and starts fumbling to put the mouthpiece of the air bottle into his mouth.
‘Ben,’ Malcolm says from the doorway with everyone else having run from the room. ‘Maybe this isn’t a good idea . . .’
With grim determination, Ben walks back to the portal and sticks his head out to a sea raging with waves like mountains and a sky torn apart from bolts of lightning and thunder booming overhead. White foam whips up high into the wind at the crests of the waves.
‘I can’t see the other blue light,’ Ben says, stretching his back.
‘We’ve had to move position because of the yacht and getting Doctor Watson through,’ Roland calls out from the corridor.
‘Do what?’
‘Time travel, Ben,’ Roland huffs. ‘The other blue window is a link from this place weeks ago . . . we have to let Safa and Harry get the doctor through the first window otherwise he wouldn’t be here now.’
‘Ah right, got it . . . yeah, that makes sense . . . so I can’t get them if they’ve still got the doctor with them?’
‘God, no.’ Malcolm blanches at the mere suggestion.
‘What would happen if I brought all three back here?’
Malcolm shrugs, stunned at the question. ‘We’d have two Doctor Watsons.’