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    Chapter 3

    tab "What's with the sudden change of heart?" I ask. Needless to say, I'm surprised. Just two minutes ago, he seemed very set on keeping me away from time traveling. Mr. Jacobs bites his lower lip, and says nervously,
    tab "Well...for this...this particular mission, I might need back up, and I feel..." He stops himself, and shakes his head.
    tab "'And you feel'...what?" Mr. Jacob's gives me a grimanced look, along with,
    tab "There are some things...there are some things people don't want to share. Some things are better left in the private home of my heart." Which, of course, only makes me more curious. I want to continue pestering, but I know I can't.
    tab "Now, for the wheel chair..." he says then.
    tab "I don't know if you can get one," I interrupt. "They're in the emergency room, and I'm not sure if they'd let you..." I stop when I see him smile, and then he says,
    tab "Now, give me a little credit here. Watch this..." He puts his hand in his pocket, and suddenly...*poof*, he's gone. Just like that. I look around the room, stunned. Again. Suddenly, he reappears, to the right of me.
    tab "Have I proved my point?" he asks, that smile still on his face. Before I say anything, he's gone again, and the door opens, seemingly by itself, but really by Mr. Jacobs opening it...while being invisible.
    tab Suddenly, the fact that that guy came from the future and time traveled here seems a lot more believable.

    tab 20 minutes later, he's back, a wheel chair gripped with both hands.
    tab "You actually stole the--" I start, looking at the wheel chair.
    tab "Look," he interrupts, "do you want to go or not? Because where, or more accurately, what time we're going to, you're going to be doing things much more risky than stealing wheel chairs." I open my mouth to say something like "Risky doesn't equal wrong", but then a hear a faint noise.
    tab Vrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Vrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Mr. Jacobs digs his hand into his pockets, and pulls out a vibrating silver slate of metal, about the size of a card. There's nothing complex about it, just a button at each of the four corners of the slate, and a dome little piece of glass in the middle. Mr. Jacobs presses the bottom right button, and suddenly, a giant, bald head pops out of the little dome like a jack in the box. My heart skips a beat as I yelp in surprise.
    tab The head starts moving, up and down, side to side, violently, as if he is angry.
    tab "Calm down," Mr. Jacobs says in a soothing voice. "Everything's under control...Yes, I am aware of that. I'm going to...What?! They are? All right, I'll get going...Of course not. Good bye." He clicks the bottom right button again, and the head disappears.
    tab "What was--what was that?" I gasp.
    tab "A Time Link. I can communicate with people from a different time."
    tab "Okay...Whatever. But what was the floating head?"
    tab "A hologram. You don't read much science fiction, do you?" I shake my head.
    tab "How come it seemed like you could hear him, but I couldn't at all?"
    tab "It works like a telephone of yours," he explains, stuffing the Time Link into his left pocket. "I'm the only one who could hear the conversation. Think of it as a sort of whisper. The radius of which the hologram is audible is only one foot." The truth that he's from the future is becoming more and more real by the second.
    tab "What were you talking about?" Mr. Jacobs sighs, and replies,
    tab "I should tell you that Time Jumpers are split into two categories. One, us. Me. We try to prevent innocent lives from dying. We call ourselves the Guardian Angels. Then there's the second organazation. They don't believe in altering the past, and will try anything to stop us, even if it means killing the innocent people themselves. We don't know what they call themselves, but we call them the Fallen Angels."
    tab "So..." I start nervously, "they might be trying to track us down. Or track me down, to kill me?" Mr. Jacobs takes a deep breath, and says,
    tab "That's what we fear, and that's why we need to get out of here. I guess it's more the reason that you come with me."
    tab "Now," he says, once again reaching his hand into his right pocket, "take this!" He tosses me a black, metal ball about the size of a golf ball. It has a red button on it.
    tab "Press the button," he commands, "and I'll start getting you out of your bed." I press the button, and at first, I don't feel any different. Then I look forward. My feet. My feet are gone.