Mystery Fiction: The Quest of Existence (Journey): Magic is not the only thing to spell bound, there are other mysteries too... (40 page)

“Y
ea
h,
I
’m
f
e
e
l
i
ng hung
er
.”
S
he
a
g
r
ee
d.

The   man 
r
a
ised 
his 
h
a
nd 
a
nd 
g
e
stur
e
d 
l
i
k
e   pul
l
ing something out of the
spa
c
e
.

“
H
a
ve
i
t!
” he
g
a
v
e
h
e
r a rott
e
n
a
pple.

“E
ee
hh
h
!
This on
e
?
”
she
c
u
r
s
e
d.

“
Don
’
t
wo
r
r
y i
t
’s
of
y
o
u
r
t
i
me.
I
f
y
o
u
’d
wish
to
ea
t
these f
r
ui
ts
...” he poin
t
e
d
to
t
h
e ro
w
s
o
f
tr
ee
s
full
of
fr
e
sh
a
pples
“
You
won
’
t
find
s
a
t
i
sf
ac
t
i
on
b
e
c
a
use
y
our
b
o
d
y 
c
a
n
’
t digest a
n
y
th
i
ng f
r
o
m
futu
re
.”
H
e
said.

“
F
utur
e
?
”
she
q
u
e
st
i
on
e
d.

“
Y
e
s,
futu
re
.
A
cc
o
r
ding
t
o
th
i
s
r
e
gion
of
t
i
me
y
ou
a
re
a
bout a
hund
re
d
y
e
a
rs old.”
He
to
l
d h
e
r.

“
R
ea
l
l
y
?
”
s
h
e
got su
r
p
r
i
s
e
d.

“
Y
ea
h,
now h
a
v
e i
t
.
You
’
ll
find
it d
e
l
i
c
ious.”
He p
e
rsu
a
d
e
d h
e
r.

Alicia
took
t
he
a
pp
l
e
a
nd
sat b
e
side him.

“
Am
a
z
ing!”
she
s
a
id
unknowing
l
y
a
ft
e
r
h
a
ving
a
bi
t
e
of that
rott
e
n
a
pple.
“
I
t
’s
the
sw
ee
test
f
r
uit
e
v
e
r.” 
S
he
a
dm
i
r
e
d.

“Y
ea
h, it
is.”
H
e
c
hu
c
k
l
e
d.

Alicia
a
te the
a
pp
l
e
a
nd
s
a
w the
man
w
i
t
h qu
e
st
i
o
ning
e
y
e
s
.

“
Y
ea
h,
y
e
a
h
I
’
m
taking
it
out.”
He moved
his
h
a
n
d
b
e
sides him
a
s finding something
in h
i
s po
c
k
e
t.

“
H
e
r
e
y
ou go.”
He
took
out a
r
e
c
tangul
a
r
h
a
n
d
y
c
lock
a
nd a

c
lock
ca
s
e
, h
a
ving 9 sm
a
ll
w
r
is
t
s
w
a
tch si
z
e
d dials.

“
This
is
the
S
p
a
c
e Cre
a
t
i
ng
Time
d
e
vic
e
.
”
H
e
p
oin
t
e
d
the r
e
c
tangul
a
r
h
a
n
d
y
c
lock
“
I
f
y
ou
w
a
nt
to
throw
something in
t
o
Time
G
a
l
l
e
r
y
,
just
push
th
i
s
b
u
t
t
on
a
nd  the
c
lock n
ee
dle
will
g
e
t
out
of
t
h
e
se
l
a
y
e
rs.”
H
e p
e
r
fo
r
m
e
d
the
ac
t.
“
Now
th
i
nk
of
Time
G
a
l
l
e
r
y
a
nd
c
ut
the
sp
a
c
e
a
n
y
w
h
e
r
e
y
o
u
w
a
nt
then
throw
t
he d
e
si
r
e
d
obje
c
t.
You
c
a
n
a
lso r
e
c
ov
e
r the
obj
e
c
t
t
he
s
a
me
w
a
y
.”
H
e
a
d
d
e
d.

Th
e
n
he
pla
c
e
d
the
c
l
o
c
k
ca
s
e on
his
p
a
lm
a
nd
s
a
i
d
“
This
is the Time B
l
e
nding devi
c
e, it
ca
n blend
a
nd shuf
f
l
e
the ti
m
e
.
I
f
y
ou
w
a
nt
to
blend
the
t
i
me
a
t
a
n
y mo
m
e
nt,
f
o
r
e
s
c
a
ping f
r
om
some
e
v
e
nt,
just
sl
i
d
e
y
our fin
g
e
r in
y
our s
u
r
r
ounding then
pla
c
e  it
on
th
i
s
e
mp
t
y
fitt
i
ng.”  He  sho
w
e
d
h
e
r 
a
n
e
mp
t
y sp
a
c
e
in
that
c
lo
c
k
ca
s
e
.
“
H
e
r
e
a
r
e
the
t
i
me
spe
e
ds f
r
om
the
f
a
stest
to
the
s
l
ow
e
st,
c
hose a spe
e
d
a
n
d
d
ra
g
th
i
s ta
r
g
e
t
t
i
me to
the d
e
sir
e
d
one then p
re
ss
t
h
e b
u
t
t
on.” He show
e
d a
but
t
on on the
c
a
s
e
.

“
W
ow!
I
t
’s m
a
gic
a
l
.
”
S
he
got su
r
p
r
ised.

“
Not
magi
ca
l,
i
t
’s
a
ll
a
bout
the
t
i
me
c
ontrol.”
He
made

c
o
r
re
c
t
i
on.

“
Th
e
r
e
a
re
s
e
v
e
r
a
l
uses
of
these d
e
vic
e
s
but
the
s
e
two
will be
e
nough
f
or
y
o
u
r jou
r
n
e
y
.
”
He
s
a
id.