#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 94: 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus

#Wss366 Song #EllaFitzgerald’s birthday #TimeTravelAuthors 04/25. alert/observe/observant

Emily and I returned to our stateroom. Any private place would have done. It wasn’t as if we needed to sleep or pack, but it was convenient.

Before tripping, I made sure that we were still in agreement. “We're asking to meet a potential ally who will help us, correct?”

Emily nodded.

I took her hand, and we repeated together, “Take us to a friendly ally who can help us.” We skipped the conditionals; they hadn’t worked before and presented a complicating risk. If things were too dangerous wherever we ended up, we were ready to wish ourselves elsewhere.

The Titanic’s cabin faded gently. Whatever had caused our discomfort last time was no longer in effect. The stark whiteness was replaced by a crowded, dimly lit room with weathered wooden walls. I sat at a stained, unvarnished table. In the background, someone was singing a Greek #song. It was a smoky voice, a Greek Ella Fitzgerald, that matched the sultry atmosphere smelling of fresh bread, cooked grains and beans, as well as wine.

I took in all these details in an instant before finding a knife pressed to my throat. Despite being alert for trouble, I was caught off guard by the suddenness of it.

Flustered and panicked, I lost Emily’s hand before I could time-trip away.

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