The Time Portal 2: Escape in Time by Joe Corso [time travel] Page B
Authors: Joe Corso [time travel]
Tags: Time travel
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to a complete stop.
The rows and rows of trains were bugging Lucky. Where were those trains that he had seen while time traveling with Charlie? At the time he read a sign with that name, Lucky simply did not have enough time to explore it so he asked Mickey to do a search for a New York City train barn where old trains might have been retired or are currently being kept today. After a few minutes, Mickey motioned him over to his computer.
“Look,” Mickey said as he pointed to a book displayed on the monitor titled Old New York . Lucky picked up the phone and called a local bookstore in Alice Springs, which told him that even though the book was not in stock, they would happily order it for him. He thanked the man, told him that he might be calling him back, and hung up the phone. He then called the local library and asked if they had a book by that name. After a few brief moments on hold, the librarian returned to the phone and informed him that the book was indeed in stock and that she would hold it for him behind the counter.
It was right around eight thirty a.m. when Charlie walked out into the living area and told Lucky he was ready to drive him over to the library. True to her word, the librarian had the book stowed away behind the checkout desk. Lucky and Charlie found an empty desk toward the back, opened the book and began flipping through it. On page
one fifty-six, there it was. Lucky recognized it immediately. The picture looked like the abandoned train yard that Lucky had seen outside one of the portals. The photo was called Train Shed and the caption said it was built in 1871. The picture showed a great canopy of iron and glass, completely covering it, apparently in its original form. The book stated that the Train Shed became obsolete in 1906. The rails leading out of the shed had long since been completely dismantled and the only tracks remaining were the ones buried deep under New York City. Grand Central Station was built around it; a post office was built directly above it. Old trains must have been brought to the Train Shed to be stored there, the men reasoned. After all these years, what Lucky saw was those old trains, apparently still waiting for an engine to pull them out of their underground tomb.
“Glad to know the train portal’s location and her relevance in New York City history,” Lucky said. “Good job, Mickey.”
Next, the men did an internet search for the city of Rhyolite and found references to a ghost town in Nevada located about an hour from Las Vegas. Lucky must have visited this town at the height of its success. It seemed that silver and gold had put Rhyolite on the map and that one of its unique features was a bank built with stones containing gold ore. At one time, three major railroads passed through it, and at its height, it boasted between eight and ten thousand people. After the mines ran out, so did the townsfolk, sources said, until the area dissolved into nothing more than a ghost town and a quick stop for sightseeing tourists.
Chapter Twelve
The gang – Sam, Mickey, Charlie and Lucky – all awoke to the wonderful smell of freshly brewed coffee and the wafting, alluring aroma of fresh, oven baked bread. Lucky got up and quickly showered, opting to forego a shave. Here no cared or would notice. There was something about the ranch and the Outback. It had a ‘healthiness’ about it and it brought Lucky to a tranquil place; one of no pressure, no anxiety, no looking over your shoulder. Letting his beard grow brought a little freedom, too. One such freedom was obvious – no sense of urgency, no laboring with a razor and shaving cream each morning – but also maybe a little rebellion. He could be a nonconformist, a little freer or, in this case, hide himself entirely, literally . . . with a beard. Whatever the reason, his beard grew rather quickly and to his chagrin, it grew in with a few more gray hairs than he would have liked. Yes,
The rows and rows of trains were bugging Lucky. Where were those trains that he had seen while time traveling with Charlie? At the time he read a sign with that name, Lucky simply did not have enough time to explore it so he asked Mickey to do a search for a New York City train barn where old trains might have been retired or are currently being kept today. After a few minutes, Mickey motioned him over to his computer.
“Look,” Mickey said as he pointed to a book displayed on the monitor titled Old New York . Lucky picked up the phone and called a local bookstore in Alice Springs, which told him that even though the book was not in stock, they would happily order it for him. He thanked the man, told him that he might be calling him back, and hung up the phone. He then called the local library and asked if they had a book by that name. After a few brief moments on hold, the librarian returned to the phone and informed him that the book was indeed in stock and that she would hold it for him behind the counter.
It was right around eight thirty a.m. when Charlie walked out into the living area and told Lucky he was ready to drive him over to the library. True to her word, the librarian had the book stowed away behind the checkout desk. Lucky and Charlie found an empty desk toward the back, opened the book and began flipping through it. On page
one fifty-six, there it was. Lucky recognized it immediately. The picture looked like the abandoned train yard that Lucky had seen outside one of the portals. The photo was called Train Shed and the caption said it was built in 1871. The picture showed a great canopy of iron and glass, completely covering it, apparently in its original form. The book stated that the Train Shed became obsolete in 1906. The rails leading out of the shed had long since been completely dismantled and the only tracks remaining were the ones buried deep under New York City. Grand Central Station was built around it; a post office was built directly above it. Old trains must have been brought to the Train Shed to be stored there, the men reasoned. After all these years, what Lucky saw was those old trains, apparently still waiting for an engine to pull them out of their underground tomb.
“Glad to know the train portal’s location and her relevance in New York City history,” Lucky said. “Good job, Mickey.”
Next, the men did an internet search for the city of Rhyolite and found references to a ghost town in Nevada located about an hour from Las Vegas. Lucky must have visited this town at the height of its success. It seemed that silver and gold had put Rhyolite on the map and that one of its unique features was a bank built with stones containing gold ore. At one time, three major railroads passed through it, and at its height, it boasted between eight and ten thousand people. After the mines ran out, so did the townsfolk, sources said, until the area dissolved into nothing more than a ghost town and a quick stop for sightseeing tourists.
Chapter Twelve
The gang – Sam, Mickey, Charlie and Lucky – all awoke to the wonderful smell of freshly brewed coffee and the wafting, alluring aroma of fresh, oven baked bread. Lucky got up and quickly showered, opting to forego a shave. Here no cared or would notice. There was something about the ranch and the Outback. It had a ‘healthiness’ about it and it brought Lucky to a tranquil place; one of no pressure, no anxiety, no looking over your shoulder. Letting his beard grow brought a little freedom, too. One such freedom was obvious – no sense of urgency, no laboring with a razor and shaving cream each morning – but also maybe a little rebellion. He could be a nonconformist, a little freer or, in this case, hide himself entirely, literally . . . with a beard. Whatever the reason, his beard grew rather quickly and to his chagrin, it grew in with a few more gray hairs than he would have liked. Yes,
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