Grand Tour: Disaster in Time Page #5

That would destabilize our timescape,

and we won't allow that because...

Because it's

a perfect world, right?

Because we enjoy things

as they are.

Yet we found in early dabbling

that time was not the fragile thing

that many assumed that it would be.

It was quite resilient, really.

That's why it is that we can

allow these tours, but...

What we cannot allow is

involvement in issues of life and death.

Now, these are things

that we can only watch as

they sort themselves out.

You understand?

Is that why you left me

in the hotel?

You went there of free will.

You had me drugged to make sure

I'd stay there. Uh-huh?

What was I? Somebody

you just did a folk dance with?

Maybe I wasn't even that.

Maybe I was just some face

in some old photograph, or, some

painting on a museum wall.

No, I never meant to leave

you there. I... I didn't...

Oh, hey-hey nobody cares...

Nobody cares what happens to us.

We're just bygoners, right?

Rottin' away in our graves

before you were even born.

Well, let me... I got news for you.

In this timescape,

We're alive and you are

the ones that are dead.

You're dead because you don't feel.

You're dead because you're so goddamn

bored with your own world...

that you gotta come to ours

to be disaster groupies.

Spectacle.

You're just...

You're sad.

You are just s...

Passports, please. Moving

ahead to February 12, 1999.

Moving on, moving on.

Now, you must remember that

the Mardi Gras fire takes place

in New Orleans.

So we all have to be

up-up-up-up-up! Yes?

A little laughter,

a little laughter...

Remember now, everyone happy.

Good girl. Life is grand.

Moving on, moving on. Practice,

practice, practice, practice.

All right, everyone,

moving on, moving on.

Ben, I know it seems

so... Fixed.

So unalterable, but there are

really only two things anyone must

do in life and that's die.

And live until you die.

The rest is up to you.

I'll try not

to forget you.

It's hard, but I'll try.

Reeve?

Come along, Reeve.

Spooky, how they do that.

She slipped it to me.

Huh?

What you got there?

Passport.

Quish's passport.

What's that?

- Oh, my, looky there.

- Ah, see, it's really a machine.

Question is:
how do

we get it to work?

Question is:

why do you care?

You don't wanna go where

those fruit loops went.

Gotta read

the date somehow.

Now, does it feel the imprint

when it gets stamped, maybe,

Then turns the imprint

into... instructions?

Don't fuss with it.

Where'd it get stamped?

Where'd it get stamped?

Where'd it get stamped?

What's the date?

Th...

Okay...

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Now,

that is nothin' like what they used.

That had to cost all of 2.39

at the dime store.

"May 2"?

That's yesterday.

That's right.

And secondly, all of these pages

have destinations.

- Now, you... you got a stamp

for that too?

- I'm at my destination.

- Ben, this is not goin' to work.

- So why are you stoppin' me?

All right.

That phone workin'?

I should've checked in

a while ago.

Maybe I'm...

Maybe I'm...

I'm not holdin' it... I won't... I think

I'm not holdin' it right, that's all.

She wouldn't give me

something that didn't work.

Come on. Come on.

Somebody be there.

Say, Ben?

Ben?

Ben?

Oscar?

Oscar?

Yesterday.

Oh no? Then why was he packing?

Why did he rush away like that?

You're asking me to explain

the actions of bygoners?

Oh, I knew it.

When the boy told me a retropologist

would be coming, I knew that there

would be trouble.

Always a step behind, you people.

Always psychographing the most...

the most ludicrous things.

Spall! Omerie!

You warned him.

I know that you did, and

now we have to find him before

he destabilizes everything!

Go into town.

Find his vehicle and hurry.

Go. Quickly, go!

We haven't long before

the spectacle. Hurry!

Dad?

Dad!

- Dad?

- Come here!

- What happened to your face

and... and your clothes?

- Just come here.

Now, jump.

- Onto what?

- Onto me. Come on. Jump.

You? Do you know

how much I weigh now?

- A lot more than when

we used to play...

- I said just please jump!

Okay. Come on... Come on.

What are you waitin' for?

Local constabulary, Ben.

From the sound of things,

we won't be long.

No, wait, wait

a second. I'm not...

I'm not... I'm not tryin'

to take her back. I'm tryin' to

get her away from here. We...

Anyone at the station

can... baby-sit tonight?

Sheriff's station?

Ah!

- Hey! Let him go!

- No, wait, wait.

You can't take me there.

I mean, just not there,

not tonight.

Leave him alone!

Leave him alone!

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute!

I told you this afternoon what

would happen if you showed your face

around here again, Ben.

Please, let me explain.

Please, please.

All right, let him

have his say.

In a few hours,

there won't be any police station

and there won't be any hotel.

- There's not gonna be

anything at all.

- And why is that?

A meteorite is gonna bury

the west half of main street

just after 11:
00 tonight.

- A meteorite?

- Don't ask me how I know.

I wouldn't dream of it.

It's-it's gonna

happen! It will!

Yeah, come on.

Less mouth, more feet.

- Dad!

- Hillary!

- Get away from here.

Get away from this place.

- Hillary?

- What did he mean?

- You go back inside now.

- What did he mean by that?

- It's over.

It's all over.

Oh, god, we are not going to

spend the whole night here, are we?

No.

- We're not?

- I get off at midnight.

Oh...

Ow.

You never gave me a phone call.

I get one phone call.

I get one phone call, right?

Lawyer's not gonna help you,

not this time of night.

I want the phone! Now!

Yeah?

Hello?

You gotta do

something for me.

Who is this, Oscar?

I'm a...

I'm across the street.

The sheriff's station.

Talk to me, Ben.

I've gotta talk to you.

Warn you. Tonight.

- Ben, are you

listening to me?

- Please talk to me.

Yeah, I'm... Yeah, I'm listening,

I'm listening. I just don't...

I don't know who you are.

You just gotta get over here.

Just get over here right now.

I can't explain, but

you gotta trust me.

- Ben?

- Yeah, yeah, I'll see

what I can do.

No. No, you don't "see"

about anything.

You... Don't drink the tea, either.

There's... she's making you tea, Ben.

Don't... please don't drink the tea.

Don't drink the tea.

Just get out of there.

Just get your keys... just get

the keys to the truck...

Just get out,

walk out of there,

And just get your ass over here

before your daughter has to die

all over again.

You got that?

Ben!

I'm on my way.

Forty-five, six,

seven, eight,

nine,

Fifty.

Okay, what can

I do for...

What dog sh*t

is this?

You tell me. Somebody called me,

said they wanted to talk to me

about my daughter.

- Don't move.

- What?

Who moved? I turned.

I just... I was here, I stand over...

- Just don't move.

- I'm... uh...

- Still here.

- All right, Houdini.

I don't know how you got out

of there, but I do know how you're

goin' back in.

- Come on. Come on.

- What is this? This Caldwell?

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