He looked again, to be sure he was reading well.
'Where am I?'
He asks, as he found himself by the seaside ashore. Waves roaring at him probably scolding him for the mess he's got himself in. He took a deep breath remembering what she last said, her very last words to him,
'and you'd be gone by the twinkle of an eye,... a payback'.
Wanting to get the bad omen out of his head, he shook his head as if to say
'No, I oppose it'.
He continued to walk on the never ending path. As he aced further, he saw a door afloat. He reached for the rusty handle, put his right leg in and BEHOLD!...caught off guard, he traveled back in time.
Back to the early years.
Back to the days where farewells were sorrows.
Back to the places where return was forbade.
'Enough is enough. I have seen the needed. I want back, now!. Take me back'
The all white bearded men looked at him with the craziest of looks.
'I think this one has lost his head o'er' said Jack with his old Scottish accent.
' Well include that one too' James added pointing to the youthful lassie squeaking under the table.
'She's possessed' Jacob joined in. 'Well, to hell with all of thy shenanigans, let's get to it' He said as they all cheered.
He continued but this time with sanity,
' Oi, please where is the lavatory?' He asks the chauffeur.
'Over there, to the slight left'.
Should I say, confusion was getting the best of him? cos he took the right!...the freaking RIGHT!
He entered into the room, the one on his RIGHT, only to see what was shocking. Something falls.
'Who's there? Is anyone there?'.
As he treads to find the noise he heard from across, his feet came to find a box of great design. One which was archaic and among the rarest, expensive. He picked it up, took a chair and sat with half his buttocks. He opened it with care, luckily no lock was attached. He found a wine bottle inside, one almost a hundred years old. He could tell the age cos he owned a winery. He took it out, a dark brown tinted glass bottle. He uncorked it. There was a scroll made of papyrus inside. He took the papyrus and opened it, loosening the knot on it.
'Oi,...to my dearest and only one, William Harvey Einstein'
He paused, shocked, cos that was his name. 'Maybe he's my descendant' he concluded.
'..., I write to you telling you of my pains and apologies. I had no other solution my dearest. I told her, Emile, about you, she's coming for you as she came for me. SAVE IT,... PROTECT IT! ...your DNA, cos you are of my precious creations. And
...lest I forget, LOOK BACK'
As he turned, before he could utter a word, he was silenced, hit on the head, dead. As were those before him laying on the floor, a HUNDRED of them!.