Hi, my name is Stephanie Robarts. I was born and raised in Connecticut, and I was quite athletic. My favorite sports were ice hockey, soccer, and basketball. However, I opted out of tackle football and wrestling because I didn't want my brother, Doug, to "help" me with those sports.
Doug is three years older than I am, and he enjoys investigating things that might interest me. This way, he can answer my questions, even about potentially dangerous experiments. It's odd because Doug used to scare me when he offered to teach me how to wrestle or tackle someone.
Right now, I'm experiencing déjà vu. I'm getting ready to write in my new diary, but it feels like I've already written a lot in it just now. Strange.
Suddenly, an invisible man gently lifted me from my chair and held me tightly before placing me on a bed.
Mrs. Robarts looked questioningly at her husband. "What was that?" she asked.
"We're in a place that doesn't follow the laws of physics," Brooklyn Robarts explained. "For example, we can travel backward and forward through time and to different places. Someone or something sensed your anger, even though you didn't sound angry. That's why you were sent somewhere in time. As for how you got back to me in this reality, I picked you up, hugged you, and placed you on your bed." Brooklyn Robarts tends to be long-winded.
"Right. I don't ever want to time-travel again. Is that clear?" My irritation grew. Even so, I didn't time-travel. Instead, I closed my eyes and then looked at the TV, which reminded me of the newscast. "We're stuck in a fractured space-time continuum that continuously pushes and pulls me to various places. The corrosive contaminants in the water are making people sick. I know about these things because I've had glimpses of other times. Oh, those people on the TV got it wrong. There's a pond near your grandparents' house where a local pesticide company and other businesses have dumped gallons of corrosive and toxic chemicals. It's on the Connecticut coastline. Since time and space are all mixed together, it's easy to understand how everything happened, as if it were a film played at high speed," Doug said.
"In other news, if you really are Stephanie, does that mean I'm Doug?"
"I don't know. Let's worry about this later," I replied. "Doug wasn't here when Brooklyn and I were watching the news."
"I'm talking to you through your talisman, which only works if I'm at the same time as you. It's really like a tiny phone."
Just after Stephanie and Brooklyn got married, the lifelong friends were at home watching the news when a strange scene appeared on the screen. It resembled a science fiction movie. In an elaborately decorated throne room, a group of regally dressed humanoid toads was talking to reporters. The toad-people explained that even though their water pipes were treated with some medicine, they still looked odd. Additionally, the king and queen were ready to retire from their duties of ruling over two vastly different places. Their son, who was also present, didn't want the job.
Suddenly, Doug appeared in the bedroom. "I'm sorry you went through a quantum leap portal (time machine) to a strange place. There's only one of me now. I don't know how the time tunnel works," Doug lamented. On the bright side, history has no wars, conflicts, or anything like that. Nonetheless, there is a museum full of interesting and unique crowns from monarchs who once placed their crowns on your head. You successfully navigated through many war zones and just happened to capture a live video of the then-current President, Barack Obama.
After someone takes a crown from a person's head, they place it on Stephanie's head as part of a ceremony. Then, Stephanie announces that she is taking the crown as President Obama's governor, adhering to federal laws, the U.S. Constitution, Connecticut's laws, and, of course, her own laws. Doug takes the cake for "King Talks A Lot."
"Also, Stephie, you wrote infinite laws on golden papers that fell through the sky on the way to the Sunwater River. It's difficult to find all of 'The Stephanie Commandments,'" Doug lamented. "Those golden papers still cascade, shimmer, and swirl in the wind as they majestically descend to the Earth through the space-time barrier. While I think I already said that much of the phenomenon that keeps time running one way into the future has been restored, as though nothing ever happened to it, some quantum leaps and their detours or chaotic messes still exist. We still have to stop some repetitive jumps from happening," Doug needed a breathing exercise.
At that moment, either Stephanie was dictating her diary notes into the dictaphone, or a time-machine portal opened from another time. Anyway, Doug and Brooklyn were startled for many reasons.
"Suddenly, meals appeared on a table for all three people: Stephanie, Brooklyn Robarts, and Stephanie's older brother, Doug," Stephanie's voice rang through the bedroom.
"Doug? Who's Doug? I'm Dave," a new person said. Nobody noticed when he appeared. Doug disappeared.
WELCOME to Vitality Island: The Home of The Wishing Well, Fountain of Youth, and Quantum Leaps
Hello, I am Stephanie.
This historical account is my diary.
Welcome to Southern Vitality Island.
This strange place resembles a science fiction movie. I have to repeat adventures. That's how I perfect each event. I have many lives, too.
I forget things. I remember some of them. I don't know which event came first. My diary updates itself.
Time travelers cause my problems.
They make changes in history. That's why "The Southern Vitality Island resembles a science-fiction movie."
I found an article in the newspaper. It says, "One day an especially formulated sun flare hit Connecticut. The incredibly potent beam created an extra wide river by the Atlantic Ocean,".
How did the flare become the perfect formula? Why did it come to Earth? Did anyone know what it would do?
Well, people who watched the phenomenon said, 'It took many years to do this.' Everyone explains it differently. Even so, they don't remember doing anything else. Many years passed, yet, nobody aged.
Some people didn't see the solar flare.
Peter Wolf said the following:
I went into the house, long enough to toss something on a chair. I went back outside immediately. It was surreal! I stepped into a shimmering and shining river. The pure golden liquid sparkled.
It came to my front door. The new river
covered many things. The water level was just a foot higher than the ground.
I saw two land masses. Fathoms of water covered them a second ago. I think that the change happened instantly. That's what reminds me of "Star Trek Voyager", as something like this happened. I think that they said, "In space, time is measured differently depending on the planet's size, and gravity". Anyway, there was a planet with one speed for time. In contrast, the relatively nearby Voyager Spaceship measured time at a much slower pace. For example, events on the planet happened in a "nanosecond", according to Seven of Nine. The Captain said that a nanosecond is a fraction of a second.
Well, back to Vitality, a Magical Sun's Ray hit a pond to clean out the corrosive contaminants from industrial pollution. Once that happened, time speeds varied all around the Southern Vitality Island.
The Northern Island didn't change.
The Southern Island revitalized itself constantly.
Strange colorful lights twinkled on the Southern Island. The structures changed constantly," Mr. Wolf said. Then, he reiterated, "The view reminded me of a Star Trek Voyager episode. The crew found a new world. Time flowed differently on the ground than in the Star Ship," he went back to reflecting on his actual experience with Vitality.
I watched Southern Vitality's changes.
The vibrant atmosphere danced. I saw shiny and colorful lights.
'Whoa,'! I exclaimed.
'They are people,' I yelled. I recognized my brother. He was unnaturally perfect.
The glowing people spoke to each other.
I was bewildered, ".
Secretly hidden within a time machine that resembled an invisible whirlpool, Brooklyn Robarts appeared at the back of the library, where Stephanie was writing in her journal.
In fact, Brooklyn arrived just before Stephanie began this version of her story, so he missed many of the edits she had made. By the time the portal vanished, with a "Poof" noise, Brooklyn was dressed in his green shirt and green jeans.
Stephanie chose to ignore the changes around her, feeling like a visitor as she observed herself during a series of events that included researching the mysteries of Vitality Family Island.
When she heard the "poof," she became acutely aware of the firmness and reality of her surroundings. "What a relief," Stephanie said, as she looked over her shoulder at Brooklyn. "See? Now will someone believe me? Brooklyn, I'm not a Goddess or an Empress. Nobody listens to me. I can't create anything, or cause supernatural activities to happen. I don't have an army...."
Brooklyn's gentle sigh interrupted me as I whined. Wow. I really sounded awful. Oh, no. I'm getting whisked away again. Okay. I know what to do. "I don't want to time-travel. I want to go back to the most recent reality," I said aloud.
I returned to a hotel room, where I was watching the news with my ĥusband. I was an attorney with an honest law firm. ...
Wow! I forgot about that! Wait! What! I forgot whatever I was saying. I hate that.
Someone traveled to my time to whisper to me, "Stephanie, just say, "Listen, Quantum Leaps People, don't send me, or anyone else through time and space. Just send me back to where I was a minute earlier. Emotions should not trigger time-travel."
I repeated these instructions.
I'm in the hotel room, recalling my life, and my job. I'm sitting on the bed, looking thoughtfully, and affectionately at my husband, who was next to me. After five years, he still looked great. It was late summer, so his dark hair was sun-bleached to a nice blond. He looked like the farm boy in the movie, "The Princess Bride".
The news started as always. I wondered why my family was in a boring looking room. I couldn't hear the broadcast, eventhough the sound was supposed to be at the highest setting. As I looked, a clear and thick wave of something likevan ocean's wave enveloped all of us - the people from the tv, Brooklyn, our pets, and me. A golden shower of paper flitted and flew like little acrrobats throughout the new place.
Stephanie suspected something supernatural surfaced. She knew, that it was out of chonological order. Something was supposed to happen, before the strange dry substance came. The thing was, that was that this thing was the very fabric of a fractured space-time continuum that continuously pushes and pulls me to various places and times.