Chapter 3

The date had been 18 September, 1993, when the walls of the Pip and Pup coffee shop had dematerialised. The front page of the newspaper had Dave Winfield, his face smiling and the headline 3000. Since that 'time', she had been travelling almost 3 months but it felt like so much longer 

Each week, every 168 hours to be exact, she had gone through the same wall melting craziness. This transit was number 12. 

She had been to many different stops along her journey.

1940s New York, USA

1997 Cape Town, South Africa

2009 Tasmania, Australia

November 1918, Paris, France

May 1945, Berlin, Germany

She showed up in seemingly random locations, and witnessed events that changed history.

Never stayed for more than a week. Exactly 168 hours, actually.

That was true, until tonight.


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