All Chapters of Time : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~Rosie  Nothing Time has said has ever made me so frightened.  He’s gliding around the room, making something so hasty so elegant. I can’t stand him. Here he is, thinking he can drag me back in time with his magical powers I was hoping to avoid. There has to be a way to get out of this. I’m not sure what would be worse, being taken back in time, or being a slave to another powerful immortal.  “I’m glad you’re not questioning my abilities,” Time says, as he motions for me to follow him out the bedroom. “Well, I’m not doubting your abilities, although, I’m not as happy about this as you may assume,” I tell him, trying to keep up

~Rosie  Time and I returned to the cottage before darkness fell.  We are both silent, unsure of what to say to each other. I’ve just witnessed something very personal to him, and I’m still trying to decipher why he wanted me to see that. I’m assuming it is to gain my trust, but with Time, I can never be too sure. I mean, he’s an immortal, and you can never trust an immortal.  “Thankfully, I keep food stocked here, even when I’m gone,” Time tells me, opening the cupboards. I watch him skeptically, seeing him pull out a variety of canned food. He seems to notice my shocked expression. “This stuff is from the future. I don’t particularly like a diet of homemade bread and butter.”&

~Rosie  Time could be showing me anything.  We sit opposite each other, waiting. He’s given me next to no information, which only makes me more nervous. My foot taps impatiently on the floor, as we wait for the younger Time to appear. Apparently, Time bought an apartment right next to his old one to visit sometimes. I’m about to find out why he likes this place so much. “You’ll have to go out alone, and keep a low profile. He will be too distracted to notice you,” he tells me. He looks solemn, and I am too. I’m going to be watching this alone, witnessing what Time is skeptical about. “I’m afraid I can’t explain myself right away, either.”

~Rosie  A knock on the door wakes me.  I barely have enough time to force my eyes open before Time glides into my room. He tugs the curtains open swiftly, allowing the light to stream right into my heavy eyes. It has to be some ungodly hour of the morning, considering how much my body protests. Plastering my sheets to my chest, I sit up, shielding my hands up against the light.   “I apologise about the rude awakening, however, we have places to be this morning,” Time comments, standing at the foot of my bed, looking down at me impatiently. I grit my teeth, narrowing my eyes on him. Who knows what I could have been doing in here, and he just waltzed I’m in… &ldquo

~Rosie  I slump down on the couch, unsure of what to do.  Part of me wants to think Time needed to say that to me as a way to make himself feel better. A way of venting, maybe. Either way, I’m sitting here, unsure of what to do. I don’t want to touch anything, and risk leaving anymore of me behind than I already have. By tomorrow, I’m praying we will move on to perhaps a less desolate area. So, if Time wanders off again, it won’t be so treacherous to follow him  The sound of cracking bracken and rustling grass outside catches my attention. Getting up from the couch, I peer out the window - only slightly murky wit