All Chapters of The Boy who Circled Time: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Emmet couldn't be sure that the agent was fully knocked out. He couldn't believe that he had been able to force this monster, with strength greater than Alice's, into unconsciousness. He could just be pretending to be asleep. This could be another ploy and strategy to hurt them, to hurt Jasper especially. He needed to verify that the agent wouldn't hurt them anymore. That he was truly incapacitated. He grabbed the battery that he had just placed aside, before he began his venture of knocking the agent unconscious, and slammed it into the port on the wall, next to the door, barely keeping himself from falling into the wall, and hitting his own head on the door. The pure white light of the bulb, above him, flooded the room, and he hissed slightly, squinting as he tried to block out the burning pain. He tried to blink away the dark blue and green floaters in his vision, but quickly gave up, after a few

With a shaking but hopeful hand, Emmet handed over the purple container he had chosen to store the nanobots in. A dark, gleaming shade of purple slightly lighter than plum and deeper with bluer undertones, looking as if it could be the gem of a necklace. Jasper's hands also shook, when he received it. He turned it over, examining it from all sides, thumbing the clasp that would open and reveal the interior capsule which needed a code to release a tiny needle sized hole to the nanobots. Startling slightly as Jasper shoved the device into the waist band of trousers, Emmet startled. It would make more sense to simply not be carrying the nanobots in case they went to the future, as the device could be recognised and exploited. It really was the best place to hide it, between them, but it was still surprising. The same analytical expressions washed over Jasper's face, his eyes and nose scrunching up slightly and then replaced

Emmet desperately reached out to Jasper, his arms outstretched, grasping at his sleeves, his fingers lightly brushing against his gown, before leaving that white material behind. But Jasper wasn't looking at Emmet. He looked down into his hands, tears falling into them, dripping off of them into his lap and the time machine. He was stuck in his mind, completely unaware of the world around him. He couldn't see Emmet. He wasn't seeing Emmet. He wasn't seeing Emmet reaching out to him. He wasn't seeing Emmet who was so close to him. He wasn't seeing him. Jasper wasn't looking at him. He was looking at his time machine. He was looking at the big, red button on it. His fingers were moving towards it. He wasn't looking at Emmet. His hand pressed down on it. He wasn't looking up. He wasn't looking at Emmet. He wasn't looking at his outstretched

Emmet almost crumbled down into a broken heap onto the floor, as soon as he stood up, onto his one, good leg. He leaned heavily down on the crutch, his muscles in his arm and leg straining and struggling, with blood rushing straight into his head as soon as he fully stood up, the  unconscious agent tied to his back, completely alone in the cupboard.He wondered whether he could hop towards the door, but decided against it, knowing that his back probably couldn't take the strain, with all the additional weight, tied onto it, and his leg could probably collapse under him.He awkwardly shuffled towards the walking stick and dragging his body along to it. It felt awkward and too uncomfortable and cumbersome, twisting his ankle round left and right, almost always on the verge of hopping anyway.He forced himself to keep doing the same movement, again and again, until he reached the door.He stopped himself and closed his eyes, breathing in and out at a co

The time machine sat in Emmet's lap, as if it had all right to be there, sitting innocuously and innocently, digging into his broken leg with a sharp, jagged edge.The outer casing looked as if it had suffered various burns on it, with dents littered over the who machine, with one corner particularly damaged and caving inwards as if it had been dropped from a massive height.It almost seemed miraculous that the buttons and the interface looked completely undamaged, even if the giant red button that Jasper had used to escape from Emmet looked as if it was on its way to falling off, sticking out at an odd angle, the spring inside clearly needing to be replaced.Emmet scrambled to alleviate the pain that it was causing him and rolled the time machine over, using his chest, to balance the huge, boxy thing, and his one remaining good arm. He looked at the interface and pressed the green button in the corner, to turn the machine on.The screen showed immediatel