“So, what do we need to do?” Noll asks.
“I have been designed to not answer that question. There are numerous methods in which to stop The Wizard. It is preferred for you to determine your own path.”
“But I don’t even know what’s going on,” Griff whines.
“Not you,” Robo-Griff replies. “Chelle.”
“Perfect, so, the fate of the entire world lies on my shoulders.”
“Correction, miss,” Robo-Griff interjects. “The fate of all of time.”
“Hey, can’t blame the robot for wanting to be accurate,” Griff grins.
“Where’s Tenney?” I ask.
“No clue. He ran off ahead of me. I lost him in a crowd of centurions.”
I look to Robo-Griff, who responds before I even need to ask the question. “Do not be concerned, miss. Master Tenney will find his way home. Eventually.”
“Okay, so,” I say, clapping my hands and turning my attention to Griff and Noll, “we’ve got access to every point in history in order to stop a mad man from rampaging across time. Where do we even begin?”
“I thought you weren’t going to recap,” Griff frowns.
“Jeez, let a girl try to think things through without being snarky for once in your life. I guess the obvious answer would be to find The Wizard when he’s a baby and, well, you know, get rid of him.”
Noll nods appreciatively, while Griff makes a strained face.
“Yeah, I’m not too fond of killing babies either. We could go back to York at the time we first popped around and try to capture him there, bring him back here for imprisonment or something.”
“Only problem there, kid, is we don’t even know if that’s the first point he pops up. Or do we?”
I look up at Robo-Griff, who merely shakes his head, stating, “I apologize, but I am able to offer no suggestions in this matter, or further information regarding the history of The Wizard.”
“Whoever designed you has got some real nerve,” Real Griff states.
I can’t help but giggle at that comment.
“What?” Griff asks me incredulously. “He does, doesn’t he? Or did I miss something?”
“You don’t even know the half of it,” I chuckle. “But fine, so we don’t know anything else for certain, other than how The Wizard could be anywhere.”
“And anywhen,” Noll helps.
“Right,” I agree, “anywhen. So where does that leave us?”
Griff and Noll both scratch their chins while they consider the possible options available for us. I absentmindedly toy with my pendant, fingers caressing the image of Saint Christopher.
“Holy crap!” I yell unexpectedly. “Saint Christopher!”
“’Tis an odd exclamation,” Noll frowns.
“No, Saint Christopher. He’s the key,” I say, holding up my pendant in explanation. “If we can keep The Wizard from ever finding the pendant, then none of this would ever happen, right? The one place we know the pendant was before The Wizard found it would be with Saint Christopher, right? When he made it?”
“Great thinking, Chelle!” Griff smiles. “Only question now is, how do we find him?”
“We’ve got everything we need right here,” I say, tapping the sphere open.
“I’m sorry, miss,” Noll cuts in, “however, I can’t help but fink dat we might be causing extra trouble if’n we were to take da pendant from da sainted brudder.”
“What do you mean?” Griff asks, not really all that interested in the answer.
“Well, I mean, if’n we take da pendant from Saint Christopher, wouldn’t dat change everything?”
“That’s what we’re trying to do here, pal,” Griff shrugs. “Now, do you think you know how to use this thing, kid?”
“I don’t fink you unnerstand me,” Noll continues. “I’m saying, if’n we take da pendant, den it won’t go where it’s supposed to go. Where it’s already gone. Won’t dat mean you won’t ever find it and den won’t ever use it, and den won’t be able to come back and take it?”
“Should I be getting a headache now?” Griff asks.
“Yeah, probably,” I answer. “And I don’t suppose you’re going to be willing to give us any answers on the possible issues of paradoxes, are you Robot Griff?”
The robot shakes its head sadly.
“Well,” Noll begins, “tinking logicerly, dat probly means we can’t blow up da universes if’n we do dis, right? Udderwise da metal man wouldn’t be wanting uses to do’s it, right?”
“What?” Griff asks.
“That’s actually pretty well thought out,” I admit. “You know, unless the robot’s hoping we destroy the universe.”
“Are you?” Griff asks his robotic self. “No, I would never want do to that, even if I were a lump of metal.”
“Alright,” I conclude. “You guys in?”
“I go wherever you go, kid,” Griff answers resolutely.
“Lead da way, miss,” Noll adds.
I look down at the opened sphere. “Alright, well, this is just a guess, but I’d have to assume that in order to get this to go back to the beginning, back to when it was created, I would just have to do this,” I say, wrenching the dial around the outside of the sphere until it finally stops, not allowing me to go any further. “Here goes nothing.” I press the clock face into its setting and the familiar wind picks up around us.
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