“I believe you know the answer.” Dougall dismissed her silly question.
“I do. Getting there two seconds faster isn’t going to make any difference.”
“So you say.”
“I do. You need to learn to relax. Everything is better when you take a deep breath and calm yourself.”
“Is it now?” He continued on at the same pace. “You don’t seem to grasp the fact that I’m needed back in me own time. The sooner I get back the better.”
Logan grasped Sara’s hand and hurried along beside Dougall. Sara’s little legs had to run to keep up with them and Logan was giving him a most disrespectful stare. Dougall was used to being in charge and Logan, as his second in command was used to following orders, so this sudden insolence was disturbing to Dougall.
“What if Helene doesn’t want to leave yet?” Sara asked.
“She will.” Dougall had not a doubt.
“You’re pretty sure of yourself.”
Mercifully they were at the foot of the stairs and Dougall didn’t see the need to continue this conversation with Sara. He took the stairs two at a time and at the top pounded on the door. A moment later he pounded again.
By now Sara and Logan were standing beside him. “You should give them time to answer the door,” she huffed.
They waited, but it became obvious, no one was home.
“Where are they?” Dougall growled.
“Probably at the studio. That’s where Zeke works. Helene must have gone with him,” Sara explained.
Dougall bounded down the stairs, Logan and Sara following. “Which way do we go?”
“We’ll need to get a cab,” Sara pulled an object from her pocket and poked away at it. “Okay. Someone will be here in a few minutes to get us.”
This was a very strange world. Dougall wondered if witchcraft and magick were common here. It seemed that so many things were possible here that in his time were completely impossible. “Are ye a witch, Sara?”
“Me? No. What do you mean by that?” From her reaction, Dougall was fairly sure he’d insulted her.
“I’m sorry, lass. There is no other explanation for the things ye seem able to do.” He pointed to the object she still held in her hand.
Sara laughed. “You mean my phone. It’s not magick and you don’t have to be a witch to use one. Everyone has them.” She pointed to an approaching wagon. “There’s our ride.”
Dougall and Logan sat on either side of Sara, touching everything they could reach. “What is this called?” Logan asked.
“It’s a car,” Sara said.
The driver looked quizzically over his shoulder at her.
“Never mind,” she said to him. “It would take too much time to explain and you’d never believe me anyway.”
The rest of the ride was quiet. Dougall was amazed at the rate of speed they were travelling and it wasn’t long before they stopped in front of a large building that looked like it might fall over in a good stiff wind.
“Thank you,” Sara called to the driver. She led the way to a large steel door, which was locked.
Dougall pounded on it and they waited silently for someone to answer. He took in their surroundings, noting the unusual materials the building was made of. He was about to pound on the door once again, when the sound of the door latch caught their attention and Dougall turned to face the door. A man he was unfamiliar with answered and he was momentarily caught off guard.
“Hey, Wade!” Sara pushed her way past Logan and Dougall to embrace this man. Dougall noted that Logan’s eyes narrowed as this unknown man lifted Sara and swung her around.
“Who are you?” Dougall asked.
“I’m Wade Granville,” Wade answered as he held his hand out to Dougall.
