Sometimes, as Jack and Niles had agreed upon, you had to give the United States Constitution a rest, just as the president had said those many years ago.
It was two weeks later when Jack, Carl, Sarah, and Anya stood inside the luxurious foyer of the expensive apartment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. As they waited they saw the many pictures on the wall of students long since gone but raising families of their own.
Moira Mendelsohn wheeled herself into the foyer and smiled as she greeted the guests she hadn’t seen since she had been whisked away by Group security before the federal authorities arrived in force at the navy yard.
“It’s so good to see you again,” she said as she accepted the hugs from her new friends, the people who knew how to keep secrets.
“We thought we would stop in and see how you are doing, Professor,” Jack said as he studied the picture of a young child on the wall. He turned with a questioning look. “Boy, there’s a resemblance there, isn’t there?” Jack said.
“Oh, yes. That’s my brother. It was taken three days before our family was rounded up in Poland,” she said with a sad look on her face.
“The boy you failed to find in all of your time travels?” Sarah asked as she joined Jack by the wall.
“Yes, I failed to save the one person that all of that was built for.”
Jack nodded at Carl and Anya, who stepped over to the front doors of the apartment and waited.
“Madam, on behalf of our Group, we would like to say thank you for everything that you did. As you know we have a computing system that basically has a mind of her own.”
“Oh, yes, that wonderful Europa. I realized that she wasn’t your typical laptop.” She smiled.
“Well, she’s damn good at digging. She found an older gentleman who lives in Battle Creek, Michigan, of all places.” Jack nodded that the doors should be opened. “Moira, you failed to find your brother because he was never in Germany after that night. Well, as you know we had that little mishap with the Russians and sent them back to Germany, where it is obvious they met a well-deserved fate. According to Master Chief Jenks and Virginia we screwed up the time line but good. We brought you the results of that screwup. It seems your brother in all of the confusion escaped Europe and made his way across the border, where a French family sheltered him until the war’s end. He immigrated to the United States in 1949 and became a citizen two years after that. His name is Peter Chumskey.”
Carl and Anya gestured that the man should enter.
Moira’s eyes widened as she recognized a boy in a man’s body. She started crying and Sarah and Anya could not help but follow suit. The old and tired man rushed to the wheelchair-bound Moira and collapsed at her feet and hugged her legs.
Jack nodded at the others and they quietly left the apartment as the two siblings learned how love spanned even the ravages of time.
The Traveler and her only living relative were finally home.
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About the Author
DAVID L. GOLEMON grew up in Chino, California. He has raised three great children and now makes his home in New York. The Traveler is the eleventh novel in his Event Group series. Visit David online at www.EventGroupFiles.com. Or sign up for email updates here.