Sydny Smith and Plato the dragon switched on the TV. After some debate they had decided that it was the scientific thing to do. Instead of the mountainous terrain of the Lake District in Cumbria they beheld a televisual image of the swirling vortex that provided a bridge between Eden and Earth.
Sydny tried to touch the screen but his hand passed through the glass as if it were not there. He withdrew it.
“Wow!” said Plato. He then poked one of his giant claw-like fingers through into the spiralling corridor in the T.V. He quickly withdrew it.
“Far out!” said the little, red cherub.
The walls of their castle laboratory flickered with the shimmering light of the television image.
“It seems the vortex is confined within the parameters of the screen.” said Plato.
“This may mean that we can travel through it at will.” said Sydny looking at the dragon.
Suddenly a giraffe and a young woman stepped out of the TV.
“A human!” said Plato.
“No.... I think they’re Time Travellers.” said Sydny.
“Indeed we are.” said Old Tongue the bearded giraffe.
Bobby sat down and switched on the lap top computer that he had borrowed off of Billy Fish-Head. He wanted to type up the notes he’d scribbled concerning the visitation from Barry Powell’s ghost on the 3rd of March. It was now 30th April 2001 and it was the last day he had spare before the Anti-capitalist Direct Action in London planned for May 1st.
As soon as he pressed the “on” button on the laptop something strange happened. Instead of the fast run of words explaining some of the parameters of the computer a white flash passed across the screen.
It was then replaced with the swirling vortex.
Schlup! It sucked him in.
The vortex receded into distance as he then flew backwards through a lozenge shaped castle window and out over a moat.
The vortex disappeared and a dragon poked his head out of the window.
The dragon thrust out one of his giant hands and caught Bobby in mid-air.
Plato then pulled Bobby into the castle laboratory and set him gently onto the floor in a standing position.
Bobby had been spat out of the T.V. and the laboratory’s window.
Plato’s reactions had been as fast as lightening.
Bobby Rewind stared in shock. In front of him was the dragon that had caught him, a little red cherub hovering in the air, a giraffe standing on two feet like a human and a young woman. Both the giraffe and the woman were wearing Victorian clothes. The woman spoke.... “Don’t worry,” she said, “I’m not really a human.”
She then promptly turned into a chicken.
“Welcome back Bobby.” said Sydny Smith grinning.