The Month Ahead

We've had quite an adventure the past two months, haven't we? I just hope Mykola doesn't follow Trevor, my newly discovered brother, Dominik, and I to our new destination. Are you ready for our newest voyage? I hope so, because we're about to visit a time like no other...

February 2015

Week	Topic	What to expect
1	Sailing to America: The Pilgrim Voyage on the Mayflower	An introduction of the Pilgrims journey to America, some historical facts, today in history and a little known fact.
2	Shipwrecked Reads: Books on the Journey to America	We'll give you three books/series about the journey to America for you to read that we think you'll enjoy.
3	Voyage of the Unknown: Part One	Trevor, Dominik and I board the Mayflower to find 4T, but Mykola's closing in.
4	Voyage of the Unknown: Part Two	The Mayflower is caught in a storm, and Trevor can't find 4T! Meanwhile, Mykola has managed to board the ship and is hunting us down.

Would you travel on a ship that looked as rickety as this? 

Revealed: Part Six

To read the first part, click HERE.

He was gone. 4T was gone. Everything was gone.

I slumped down to the ground and moaned, putting my face in my hands. How could it be? Why was he doing this? The Mykola I knew from before…

“Cheer up, Trevor,” Marin encouraged, coming to sit next to me. She wiped the blood from her nose. “You win in the end.”

“How do you know that?” I demanded.

“Well, how else does Future Self beat Mykola to me a week in advance?” Audrey pointed out.

Oh yeah. She had a point.

“Future Self gets 4T back,” I murmured. “Future Self…”

I leapt up and exclaimed, “Of course! Future Self can help us now!”

“I am lost as to what this means,” Dominik commented.

“Future Self is really just Trevor Trekker from the future,” Marin explained. “All Trevor has to do is remind himself to visit back in time to when he’s in the past. It’s complicated but simple at the same time.”

“I think I understand.”

Audrey turned to me, her brown eyes wide with excitement and uncertainty. “Well, go ahead! Tell Future Self to come!”

“Future Self, we could use your help right now!” I called out.

In less than two seconds, a bright flash of light exploded around us. I stumbled back as none other than myself ran towards me.

“Trevor!” he exclaimed, his eyes wide as an orange. “It’s so good to see you!”

“Good to see you as well, Trevor,” I greeted. I glanced him over and frowned. “Your hair is a wreck.”

“You should see yours!”

“Well, I suppose you’re right. You know me better than anyone else-”

“Okay, let’s get to the point, Trevor!” Audrey and Marin said at the same time. They glanced at each other and giggled.

“Trevor, I need your help.” I turned to myself. “You have 4T on your wrist, which means you got it back from Mykola. How did you get it back and what do we need to do to escape from this time period?”

“You got it all wrong, Trevor.” Myself shook his head and smoothed back his crazy brown hair. “I didn’t get 4T back.”

“Then how are you time traveling?” Marin demanded.

“Because I retrieved the spare.”

“A… spare…” I did a face-palm and groaned. “Of course! The spare! It’s on the boat, isn’t it? I left it there, telling you that should anything happen you were to go get it.” I raised an eyebrow. “Which means… we confront Mykola again?”

At this, Trevor frowned and scratched his head. “Not exactly. In fact, Mykola’s on his way to kill you.”

“What!” everyone exclaimed at once.

“He’s gone back to when you were twelve, Trevor. He’s gone to the MacDonalds place, where you were fostered.”

This was bad. This was really, really bad.

“But- but that means- how- how will we escape and get out of this mess?”

“Well, originally what happens is Mykola can’t bring himself to shoot a kid. Even you. So he jumps back to last week Civil War time to try and stop you from getting the ambulant from Audrey.”

“Why is it so important, again?” I interrupted.

Trevor cast me an annoyed look. “Because of the jewel in the middle of it. Remember? There are only four or five jewels like it in the world. It doesn’t even have a name, it’s so rare. Mykola needs that particular jewel to get his time machine up and running.”

“Oh.”

“Anyways, as I was saying before you rudely interrupted me...”

“Excuse me, I’m you! Which means I can interupt me whenever I want!”

“Trevor!” This time Dominik joined in with Marin and Audrey. They all cast annoyed glances in my- well, our- direction.

“Continue, Trevor.” I waved him on.

“Now here’s the catch- Mykola is going to chase you down and try to kill you. He is going to catch you, and he is going to get the ambulant.”Trevor paused. “Then he’s going to try and shoot you.”

“No!” Marin shook her head. “No, he can’t!”

“It’s okay!” my Future Self assured her. “Audrey shows up and she throws a rock at Mykola, hitting him in the head. This gives Trevor the chance to leap at him and wrestle the gun away from him. In turn, Audrey manages to slip 4T right off his wrist!”

Trevor turned to Audrey. “Any of this beginning to sound familiar to you?”

Audrey bit her lower lip, her brown eyes concentrated hard as she tried to remember. “No… no, I don’t recall… wait, yes! Yes, it is!” Her eyes widened. She put a hand to her head.

“That means it’s happening right now,” Trevor told me.

I rolled my eyes. “I know that!”

“What happened, Audrey?” Marin exclaimed.

“They- I- they fought, and Mykola almost shot Trevor…” suddenly Audrey reached into her pocket. “And I got 4T!”

I’d never seen a more beautiful sight in my life. I laughed out loud and took 4T from Audrey’s offering hand. My wristwatch glinted in the bright sunlight.

“At last! We’ve got it!”

“First thing you need to do then is get your extra,” Trevor informed me. “Because Mykola is going to steal this one again any minute.”

“Let’s go everyone!” I ordered.

“What about me?” Audrey asked.

Audrey. She had helped us so much. She was the reason we’d gotten 4T back. Without her, we wouldn’t have gotten this far. Mykola had certainly made a mistake in dragging her into this.

I couldn’t make the same mistake.

“Audrey.”

I took her by the shoulders and looked her in the eye. She gazed back up at me, her eyes round and hopeful.

“Audrey, we can’t bring you with us. This is getting too dangerous.”

“I can handle it!”

“I know you can, I’m sure you can!” I sighed and rubbed the back of my head. “The thing is, Audrey, I don’t want you to get hurt. And because of me in the future, you’re going to…”

My  voice trailed off.

Audrey searched my eyes. “What’s going to happen to me?” she asked quietly.

“I encourage you to join the Underground railroad,” I mumbled. “And you get shot, saving some slaves from the South. You almost die.”

“Mr. Trevor, even if you hadn’t told me to join, I would have anyways.”

I raised an eyebrow. “But it’s my fault you get hurt! You could have died, and it would have been my fault!”

She put a hand on my arm and smiled. “I make my own choices, Trevor. I’m responsible for myself. You cannot take responsibility for everyone. You’re not God.”

“Scotsman!” Dominik called. “We must go.”

“Yeah, he’s right!” my Future Self agreed. “Mykola’s going to show up really quick, here!”

I turned back to Audrey. “Not this time, Audrey,” I said firmly. “I don’t want to even take Marin on this, but she belongs with me. You belong here. This is your time period. Thank you for everything.”

Audrey nodded. She gave me a quick hug. “Then I’ll pray everything goes well. Thanks for visiting me, Trevor.” She released me from her bear hug and glanced at Marin. “And I want you to come visit me when it’s not so crazy!”

“I would like to,” Marin replied with a shy smile. “Goodbye, Audrey.”

“Bye, Audrey,” I said. I turned to the others and glanced at Trevor. “You coming with us, Trevor?”

“No.” He shook his head. “This is your job. I already did this. I don’t want to do it again. Just remember to get the extra 4T, or you’re going to get stranded.”

I grabbed Marin’s hand. In turn, she grabbed Dominik’s. I looked over at the Russian and frowned. This guy had been responsible for helping Mykola.

Dominik caught my gaze. “I am in this with you,” he informed me. “There is nothing I can gain from Mykola now. Let us go.”

Turning the dial on my watch, I set it for the era I’d hidden the extra 4T. “Next stop, Ma-”

My voice was lost as 4T teleported us from the Civil War to our new destination.

I just prayed Mykola wouldn’t figure out where we were.

To be continued...

Revealed: Part Five

To read the first part, click HERE.


How could he have outsmarted me? Me, someone who knew how he worked, knew his every likely move and scheme. The truth was humiliated- he had outwitted me.
"Trevor Trekker," I finally spat after finishing off a good round of swearing. "I am going to do something really bad to do you."
"Hey, don't look at me!" Trevor exclaimed, feigning innocence. Dominik, his sister and young Audrey looked on, their faces one of confusion and amusement. It made me all the more mad. "I've been here the whole time. I don't know where it is!"
"Your future self stole it!"
"How was I to know Future Self was going to pull a stunt like that? I don't control myself in the future."
It didn't even make sense. Why was I arguing with him over this? What was more important was to jump back to the day he stole it and stop him then.
"Fine," I growled. "Then we're going to stop your "Future Self" from stealing what's mine."
"Aww, Mykola!" Trevor groaned. "Why does it even matter anyways? You can get loads of those Inca ambulant in the Mayan age. They're all over the place."
It was like talking to a child. I was ready to shoot the man right then and there, but I held my temper and sucked in a deep breath. "Trevor, I want that one. And we're going to get it. So help me, if I have to tie you and leave you in the future to get a hold of that ambulant I will!"
"Fine." Trevor rolled his eyes and turned to Audrey. "I guess we'll be seeing you last week, Audrey. I'm so sorry to get you mixed into this."
Audrey nodded. "It's okay, there's nothing that you could have done to stop this." She glanced over at Elizaveta. "It was nice to meet you, Marin. I hope we can talk on more pleasant terms in the future." Audrey sent a glare in my direction.
"Why does everyone blame me for all of this?" I muttered. "Why not blame the Scotsman, who invented the time machine in the first place."
"Because he's not the one who's abusing time, Mr. Mykola," Elizaveta said quietly.
I hadn't even realized I'd turned around until the back of my hand made contact with the eleven-year-old's face. Elizaveta cried out and fell back, Dominik leaping into action and standing in front of her to shield her from me.
"Leave her alone!" he snarled.
"Marin!" Trevor ran forward and knelt down beside her. Audrey brushed by me and ran to his side to help. Together they helped her up. Elizaveta's nose was bleeding.
"Stand down, Dominik!" I barked. I gritted my teeth, my fists clenched until I could hardly feel them. This had gone far enough. Trevor had overstepped the boundary. I was going to stop him, once and for all.
Dominik glared at me and shook his head. "You've crossed the line, Mykola. I don't know why I let you boss me around. Perhaps it was because I was afraid of you and the power I thought you possessed in time travel. But no more! You hit my sister and I will not let you hurt her anymore."
I raised an eyebrow. "Dominik, you didn't even know she was your sister until yesterday."
"I don't care. Family is family, and you will not hurt mine."
"Leave them alone, Mykola!" Audrey snapped. "What have they ever done to you?"
"You stay out of this!" I warned with a point of my finger. "You're not part of this argument."
"You made me part of it the minute you came onto my property. What is this all about, jealousy?"
I took a step forward and Dominik blocked me from going any further. "Get. Back."
This had gone far enough. I was done playing the game of valiant helper. I reached into my pocket to withdraw my pistol- and stopped. This can't be. I checked my other pocket. No. No, how-
"If you're looking for this," Audrey said, holding up my P35, "I snitched it from you when I shoved past you."
"Thank you, miss Audrey." Dominik put his hand out for the pistol. She hesitated and glanced over at Trevor. He and Elizabeta turned their gazes to each other, then nodded. Audrey gave Dominik the gun.
"Dominik!" I was seething now. I couldn't believe it. I'd gotten so far. I'd blackmailed so many people, I'd worked towards this for years. And it was unraveling before my eyes at this very minute.
"I know the look of a killer." Dominik gazed at me, his own brown eyes cold and hard. "I've seen it in some of my comrades on the front at Kursk. I can't stand the look. But once I see it, there's no doubt in my mind that the man I see it in is one I want to stay away from." He paused, narrowing his eyes at me. "The moment I saw that look cross your face when we first brought the Scotsman and the- well, my sister, to the future, I knew you were a killer. I knew that, despite all your previous lies and assurances you didn't want to hurt anyone, you were going to kill the time traveler. I've been waiting my chance since then to stop you. I am a soldier, yes. I am- well, was- fighting in a war. But I am not a killer."
"You're never going to get back to your time period, Dominik. Not without my help."
He shrugged. "I think your Scots friend might be able to help me."
At this I laughed, stepping back. I held up 4T for all of them to see. "You forget who has this. Without it, Trevor is helpless to stop me. I guess I'll just have to leave you three in this time period forever." With a flash of movement I turned the dial, strapping the watch to my wrist.
"No, Mykola!" Trevor jumped to his feet and raced forward. "No, don't do this!"
Dominik cocked the gun and leapt forward. "Hand it over!"
Already the mechanism began to work. Everything around me began to fade away and be replaced by who-knows-what era. "Too late!" I called.
With a flash of light, they were gone and I was in what appeared to be ancient Greece.
Too late for all of you, I thought.
Perhaps my perfect revenge hadn't worked out, but in the end, I had still won. Trevor was stuck in the Civil War for the rest of his days, and I had 4T.
A frown crossed my face. If he really is stuck there forever, then how did he manage to beat me to Audrey's place? That could not be good. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to go to the source of my problems. It was time to visit young Trevor Trekker a visit and end this forever.

Revealed: Part Four

To read the first part, click HERE.


I knew right away what Mykola wanted to do. When we'd arrived in the time period, the town. It was obvious- he was going to rub everything in with the second person I'd met. It was someone he'd met as well. This was not going to be fun.
"Mykola," I groaned as he gestured for us to follow him. He'd pulled out his pistol once more, a triumphant look on his face. He waved the gun towards the door and we followed him out of the hotel, Dominik tagging along like a loyal dog. "Do we seriously have to do this? Oui! Why do we have to go there? She's just a kid, you don't need to gloat in front of her."
"Not just a kid, Trevor," Mykola retorted. "Do you recall what you gave her?"
"I gave people a lot of things."
"Stop beating around the bush and focus for once, will you? The ambulant, Trevor, the ambulant!"
"I don't remember a specific ambulant..." I snapped my fingers. "Oh, you mean the Inca ambulant! Yeah, I remember now! I gave that to her for her fourteenth birthday, right?"
Mykola rolled his eyes. "For a genius, Trevor, you can be so stupid. But yes, that's the one I'm talking about. I figured it would be fun to pay her a visit, don't you think?"
"Who's he talking about?" Marin murmured under her breath, coming to walk next to me. I noted that the man Mykola claimed was her brother was walking next to her closely, and a twinge of fear worked its way through me. What if Dominik wants to bring Marin back with him to his time period? He was her brother, after all. Maybe he thought I had no business in caring for her and that I couldn't do it on my own.
Well, it was kinda true. I did have a hard time keeping up with everything that went on. He'd witnessed that on more than one occasion, if he was the same man who'd been following us through all those time periods. Yeah...
"He's talking about a mutual friend of ours," I explained, turning to Marin. "I took Mykola here on our first test to figure out if 4T could transport two people at a time."
"Who's your friend, then?" Marin asked.
"A certain Audrey Ripply." Mykola grinned. "She's about your age, Elizaveta. I'm curious why Trevor never introduced you to her."
I glared at him. "Because I couldn't mess up her life anymore than I had. I encouraged her involvement with the Underground Railroad. It's my fault that she gets injured later on in the Civil War. She almost died. I couldn't bring myself to face her after that. The poor kid was doing what I'd said she should."
"You're in luck," Mykola informed me. We'd been walking through the small town for quite some time, ignoring the strange looks we received from the townsfolk. It was with little wonder- we did look like a bunch of weirdos, what with me in my crazy lab coat, Mykola in his suit and overcoat, Dominik wearing a Soviet uniform and Marin in a normal looking dress. In fact Marin was the only normal looking one among us, attributing to the strangeness of the situation. "I've programmed my TTGS to sync with your 4T and transport us to 1963." Mykola's grin grew wider. "So you haven't come here and told her she should join the Underground Railroad and help save the slaves."
I stopped in my tracks. "Wait. 1963? Doesn't that mean..."
"You're about to come and tell her she should join the Underground Railroad and help save the slaves." Mykola laughed.
I groaned and did a face-palm. "So this is all about rubbing it in and making me feel horrible?"
"As a start. I also need that ambulant."
Marin muttered something under her breath in Czech, to which Mykola turned around and replied, "Now is that any way to talk about someone older than you, Elizaveta?"
Marin narrowed her eyes at him. "I prefer Marin, Mr. Mykola."
He shrugged. "I only thought you might prefer being called by your real name."
"I like the name Trevor gave me much more."
I gave her a grateful smile, hoping Dominik would notice what she'd said. He didn't look like he'd been paying attention.
"We're here." Mykola stopped at the last house on the edge of town, where several chickens were scratching in the front yard. A little dog yipped from the backyard, and I could hear children laughing. "You go and knock on the gate, Trevor. I'm pretty sure that's where our friend Audrey will be." He made it clear I was to do what he said by a wave of his gun.
I moaned. "Audrey, forgive me for this," I muttered between gritted teeth. I stomped towards the gate and gave a sharp rap, mentally imagining myself arriving here before Mykola and hiding the ambulant from him. Future self, if you ever get out of this situation, make sure you get here before Mykola and one up him.
The gate swung open, and before I knew what was happening Audrey leapt out and gave me a hug. "Mr. Trekker!" she squealed. "I haven't seen you in several months!"
"Hi Audrey," I greeted, having to smile a little at her enthusiasm. "Has it only been a couple of months? I haven't been here in four years."
She stopped and stared at me, her brown eyes growing wide. "Really? Why not?"
"Long story," I murmured under my breath as Mykola approached, Dominik and Marin trailing behind.
"Hello Audrey." Mykola smiled. "How are you doing?"
Audrey frowned. Why I had never noticed how she glanced at Mykola nervously, I didn't know. But I noted for the first time she didn't seem to like him too much. "Just fine, Mr. Shapoval." She caught sight of Marin and Dominik. "Who are they?"
"Audrey," I rushed before Mykola managed to say something snarky, "I want you to meet my adopted daughter, Marin Maklakov."
Marin did her best to give a polite smile and not seem afraid. "It's nice to meet you, Audrey."
"And that's her brother, Dominik," I finished, waving towards the young Soviet soldier.
"Oh, nice to meet you both. I didn't know you had a daughter, Trevor!"
"She's a new addition," Mykola cut in. "But that's not why we're here, Audrey."
"That's why I'm here," I muttered under my breath. "But not why he's here."
Audrey looked from Mykola to me, her eyes betraying her nervousness. "What do you want, Mr. Shapoval?"
Mykola stepped forward and withdrew the gun from his pocket, aiming it at Trevor. "I'm going to be needing that ambulant Trevor gave to you on our last visit."
Her eyes widened. She stepped back. "I knew you were someone that couldn't be trusted," she hissed. "You had a look in your eye I didn't like from the beginning."
"Enough chit-chat, I want to know where it is," Mykola growled.
She glared at him. "Well I'm sorry, but I don't have it anymore."
Dead silence. Marin shot a look at me, knowing how I operated well enough to send me a question look. Did you really...? she mouthed.
Could it be? I wondered. Was it possible that my Future Self did get out of this situation-
"Where is it?" Mykola snapped.
"I gave it to Mr. Trekker," she replied defiantly. "Last week. He told me something was up and that he needed to hide it from you before you got it." She looked over at me. "I hope I did a good enough acting job. Did I seem surprised?"
Mykola flew into a fit of curses in Ukrainian, kicking the dirt and searing his head off.
I turned to Audrey and whispered, "Yeah, I think you did a good job."

Revealed: Part Three

To read part one, click HERE.

A great light had exploded around us. Though I'd transported from one era to another a hundred times, I could never get over the suddenness or the light that blinded me even now. My head whirled, but not from the effects of time travel.

I blinked and blinked again. The light faded and I found myself next to- oh wait, that wasn’t Trevor.

I yelped when Mykola grabbed me by the arm, struggling to get out of his grip. “Let me go!”

“Ease up, Eli,” he taunted. “I’m rescuing you from a man who claims to have sought the best for you.”

“If you mean Trevor, he did,” I growled. I did my best to mask the fear that pounded against my heart and chest, but my frantic glances in every direction gave me away.

“You are naive, child. If he really cared about you, how come he didn’t tell you that you had a brother?”

“He didn’t know, and neither did I!”

“Hey!”

I tried to whirl around and face the familiar voice as Trevor raced towards us. Mykola tightened his grip and jerked me back, whipping out a gun from his trench-coat pocket.

“Mykola, let her go!” Trevor ordered, skidding to a stop in front of him.

I did my best not to shudder as Mykola waved the gun in front of the Scotsman.

“Are you fool enough not to see I have a gun, Trevor?” Mykola snorted. “I knew you wouldn’t cooperate if I didn’t bring Elizaveta along. You are slippery and sly, without her I’d have an eel on my hands.” He paused. I glanced up at him and he smiled, his blue eyes gleaming. I closed my eyes and tried to block out the fear and panic that screamed within. “But with your adopted daughter along, I’m sure you and I can work something out.”

“What do you want?” Trevor growled.

“For starters, I wanted to see how many people my TTGS, also known as the Time Tracking Graphical System, could transport at one time.”

I glanced around and gave Trevor a questioning look.

Trevor frowned. “There’s only three of us. What happened to the other guy, the one you called Dominik?” his eyes widened. “Wait, he’s the one who’s Marin’s brother? Did you incinerate him?”

“No, I’m right here.”

Before I knew what was happening Mykola turned around and shoved me in the direction of the other man. Dominik caught me before I fell, helping me straighten.

“Since you’re the rightful relative of this child, Dominik, I think it’s only fitting you watch over her,” Mykola stated. "In the mean time, I say it's high time we find a place to stay. You remember the one, Trevor. Lead the way."

I was scared. And that was an understatement. “Trevor?” I whispered. “Please tell me that this is just a bad dream.” Trevor looked over at me, and the hopelessness I read in his eyes did not help my fear. “Can’t we get out of this somehow? Can’t you take us home?”

Trevor shook his head and groaned. “I’m really, really sorry that you got dragged into this.” He ran a hand through his hair, making it stand up on end. “Believe me; I never dreamed that this would happen. I thought…” he paused. “Well, to be honest, I don’t know what to think.”

"That's your problem, Trevor," Mykola snorted. "You never think." Gun still in hand, he gestured for Trevor to take the lead. "Now let's get going. It's getting late."

I was overwhelmed. Exhausted from the events of the day, I didn't even flinch when Dominik gently took my arm and beckoned me on.

God, I prayed, I don’t know how you’re going to get us out of this, but I really hope you can keep us strong. Don’t let the creepy Ukrainian guy who Trevor-who-is-never-scared-of-anything is scared stiff of, hurt him or me.

Praying seemed to help calm me down a little, but now my thoughts returned to Dominik, the mysterious man who had helped my escape from the Nazis and looked so much like my father. Was he really my brother? And if so, why was he on the bad guy’s side? With these questions floating through my mind, I followed the three men to wherever our destination was.

~oOo~

“Elizaveta?”

A voice jerked me awake. I sat up quickly and looked around me. Trevor was sleeping in front of me, his head pillowed in his arm. The creepy Ukrainian guy, Mykola, was nowhere to be seen.

We had arrived at a dinky hotel in the middle of a tiny town full of people wearing clothes I recognized from the 1800s era. Why Mykola had chosen to transport us to this time, I had no idea. But a hotel was a hotel, and out of exhaustion I'd fallen asleep rather quickly, leaning against the back of a wall.

I turned to the person who had spoken to me and saw that is was Dominik, the man I had just found out was my brother.

“Did you say something to me?” I asked, a little coldly.

Dominik flushed. “Please, I’m sorry about this. I never knew what Mykola was planning when he wanted me to help him.”

“I suppose that makes everything alright then.” I snapped. My anger had been pent up too long and now rushed out, unchecked. “I suppose that you apologizing makes the fact that Trevor and I may never see our home again okay? And that what’s-his-name may decide to hurt either Trevor or me at any moment fine? Well, I don’t need you to say you’re sorry!” Suddenly my anger left me. I was only a girl, helpless to do anything in a situation I didn’t understand. “I-I just want to go home!” I wailed, starting to cry. Slightly ashamed, I covered my face with my hands, continuing to weep as if the world had come to an end.

Dominik watched me awkwardly for a few seconds. “It’s going to be alright,” he said tentatively at last, not sure what else to say to a little girl that was crying.

“No it’s not!” I said through my hands and between sobs.

“Can I help you?” he tried again.

“Just go away!” I helpfully suggested.

But he didn’t. He sat down next to me and put his arm around my shoulders. After a few minutes my sobs turned into occasional hiccups and I wiped my eyes.

"So," I managed after a second or two of uncomfortable silence. "Kostya. He was your father too?"

Dominik nodded. "I guess you're my little sister."

"I didn't even know papa had been married previously," I admitted.

"I was unaware he remarried," Dominik replied. Silence once more. He glanced around nervously. “Uhh, can I get you something to drink?”

I nodded. “Thank you.”

He got up as if to go, but just then Mykola rushed into the room, a cruel smile on his face. He went over to where Trevor was sleeping peacefully and kicked him.

“Get up you Scottish dog!” he exclaimed.

Trevor jumped up and braced himself as if he was afraid Mykola would kick him again. “What do you want?”

“Nothing yet, but maybe something soon. I've located a place I thought would be nice to see. Time to visit an old friend of ours. I have everything ready. Follow me.”

Trevvor looked horrified. “No!” he shouted. “Please Mykola, you can’t do this!”

“Watch me.” Mykola replied.

Revealed: Part Two

To read the first part, click HERE.


"Trevor, it has been a long time," Mykola said. He twirled the sash of his coat and moved towards the time traveler and his daughter. Dominik stood where he was, watching the confrontation.
Trevor shrunk back, putting his hand out and pushing Marin behind him. "Mykola, whatever you've done to drag me here, undo it right now!" Trevor's eyes were wide and huge, his brown eyes like that of a cow about to be shoved into the slaughter house. Marin looked from Mykola to Trevor, her own expression one of terror and uncertainty. She cast a somewhat curious glance towards Dominik, but returned her gaze towards the Ukrainian as he spoke once more.
"You're not in a position to give me orders, Trevor," Mykola mocked. He stopped in front of Marin and grinned. "And this must be the little girl you adopted, Elizaveta."
Trevor pushed her back farther. "You leave her out of this, Mykola. This is between you and me."
"What is, Trevor?" Marin whimpered.
"Why, he hasn't told you about me?" Mykola laughed like a Cheshire cat. "I'm surprised, Trevor. You never could keep your mouth shut. Where did you find the self-will to not speak of our friendship?"
Dominik looked on, taking in the scene before him. This didn't seem right. He hadn't been able to figure out what this Scotsman and his daughter had done wrong. Mykola had insisted they were meddlers, troublemakers and obstructed the cause of Communism. But all Dominik could see before him was a frightened little girl and a very confused and scared young man. Mr. Trevor Trekker didn't look like he was much older than him, perhaps only a couple of years older. The girl he presumed to be eleven or so. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her. There was something about her, it was so familiar. She was like a long lost memory or dream- he knew she was important to him somehow but he couldn't remember why.
Dominik turned his mind back to the conversation at hand as Mykola withdrew a gun. "Now Trevor," he was saying, "I would very much appreciate it if you'd hand over your time traveling contraption. I need it for my own machine."
"Your own time machine?" Trevor repeated. "Since when did you know a thing about inventing?"
"I'm not stupid," the blond man retorted. He kept the gun trained on Trevor as he reached over and unclipped the wristwatch. Trevor glared at him. "I've spent thirteen years on research of computer engineering, computer science and mechanical engineering. I recreated several components of your watch from memory. You do of course recall how eager you were to show me how every part of the watch worked."
Trevor did a face palm. "That was dumb of me," he groaned.
"Yes, indeed. But when it comes to things outside of your expertise, you were never very good at discernment or analyzing." Mykola turned towards Marin once more. "Really, dear, he hasn't told you about me?"
She shook her head no.
"Mykola, I mean it, just leave her out of it," Trevor begged. "She has no idea what's going on here."
"Why do you think I have bad intent for you?"
"You can't have good intent, not the way you've been grinning and acting for the past ten minutes."
Smart answer, Dominik thought. He shifted his weight and glanced out the window uncomfortably. The Ukrainian said he'd send Dominik back once this was other. He wanted to go home. His regiment needed him. He didn't want to wait around much longer.
"True," Mykola mused. He pocketed the gun and began to twirl the wristwatch in front of Trevor. "But your daughter happens to be one of the better links to getting you to do what I want. You're not as likely to help me with my project unless I have her here for, shall I say, a certain amount of leverage?"
Marin shuddered and backed up a step. Trevor now fully stepped in front of her. "She's a kid, Mykola. I thought you said once that you'd never hurt a kid."
The look that crossed Mykola's face was enough to make even Dominik shudder. He stepped towards Trevor, facing him off. They were about the same height and build, their biggest difference being in hair and eye color.
"I lost my convictions the day I lost everything, Trevor," Mykola growled. "You were with me, remember? You and your stupid little time wristwatch where standing next to me when it happened. Do you remember?"
"How could I forget, Mykola. I never forgot."
The Scotsman's eyes glistened with what Dominik assumed were tears. An uneasy feeling crept over him. What if I was wrong? What if Mykola isn't the good guy he's portrayed himself to be? What if he'd just signed a death warrant for an innocent man and girl?
"And what did you do about it, Trevor?" Mykola hissed. "What did you do about it?"
"Mykola, I tried!" Trevor wailed. "I tried time and time again to change what happened. I traveled back to that day over a hundred times! I couldn't change what happened- it's against time travel rules!"
"Ah yes, you claim that God prevents you from changing people's fate," Mykola retorted.
"It's true. I can't save people from dying. I can't change what God's already ordained. He has a purpose and a reason for calling different people to leave the world. I tried. Believe me, I tried."
Mykola snorted. He whirled around and faced Dominik. "Dominik, I will have to retain you a bit longer. I'm going to need your help keeping an eye on your sister."
Dominik stared at him, blank faced. "I don't have a sister."
At this, Mykola's face broke into a sly and all knowing smile. "Ah, but you do. Didn't you know? Did you really think I picked you for this assignment because you were extraordinary? No, I didn't. I picked you for one simple reason."
Mykola glanced over his shoulder at Trevor and Marin. "Elizaveta, does this man look familiar to you?"
Marin looked over at Dominik once more. She was on the verge of tears as she clutched Trevor's arm. Their eyes met- and Dominik sucked in a breath. It can't be.
"He saved me from- from the Nazis," she stammered.
"I think you know what I mean, m'dear," Mykola pushed.
"Leave her alone, Mykola," Trevor growled.
"Come, come, Eli. Tell me, what is the first thing you think of when you see Dominik?"
She glanced at him again. "He looks like my Dad."
"Who was your father?"
"Kostya Maklakov."
Kostya... It couldn't be. He didn't have siblings. At least he hadn't known he had siblings. He'd never thought about it. And this girl standing in front of him was his sister? 
"Ring a bell, Dominik?"
Dominik scarcely nodded.
Trevor blinked. "Wait, Marin has a brother?"
"Drop the time lag, Trevor and catch up with the times," Mykola said sarcastically. He turned and put his hand on a lever, still twirling the watch. "And speaking of which, it's time for us to see how well your components will match with mine. I believe your watch has what I need to connect with my machine and finally be able to transport myself back in time." He paused, then expertly began to turn the dials of the watch  to a set date and time. "If I set your watch I should be able to piggyback on it with my machine and transport myself to wherever I want to go." He smiled. "How about it Trevor? Just like old times? Why don't we go visit the first place you took me with 4T?"
"You have what you want, Mykola, let Marin and me go," Trevor snapped.
"On the contrary. What I want is to fix what you've destroyed. And to do that I'm going to need your help, which is the only reason I've left you alive. Now, let's see if my calculations were correct and if I can set my machine up to pick up our body temperatures to transport us... here we go!"
The next instant the small living room was empty, and the computer flashed a number on the screen. 1863.