I have to say that this idea isn’t entirely my own, it was taken from the Adopt the Plot thread on the 2009 or 2008 National Novel Writing Month boards and I’ve sorta just taken the concept and run with it. I have to present an idea for my writing class (yes I’m taking a writing class at the local library) on Tuesday and this is an idea that I can work on intermittently without burning out my muses for NANO which starts in sixteen days.
Avery felt her stomach drop to the floor. “What?” she exclaimed loudly, pausing only momentarily to look around as customers in other lines turned their heads towards her. “What?” she asked again more quietly, partly out of embarrassment and partly as a self-check to keep her anger under control. “What do you mean mean my visa has been denied?”
She leaned forward onto the metal desk, her fingers plastered against the see-through plexi glass which separated her from the Visa Authority Customer Service Rep on the other side.
“Your visa has been denied under sub-section five-forty-three kay of rule seven forty nine-bee which states that no person shall leave the zone laid out by the written declaration of the visa,” the woman paused and looked up at Avery with a sickly sweet smile on her face. “You left your designated area of travel…”
Avery wanted to scream. “Well of course I left my designated area of travel,” she began sarcastically. “I had no choice BUT to leave the area. As I told the Personal Safety Authority Officers when I came back through, I was being chased by these men in blue suits and…”
“I am sorry,” the woman apologized as she handed Avery back her papers with a big fat red line through the carefully filled out boxes. “But any complaints will have to go through Veena Dejardin in room forty-two on the seventy-seventh floor.”
“You don’t understand,” Avery pressed as she clutched the papers in her hand, doing her best to remain calm. “My sister is back there. We got separated and she hasn’t returned,”
“All incoming passengers can be found on sub-floor five,” the woman interrupted. “Please go to arrivals to see if she has come through or not.”
Avery shook her head. “She’s hurt,” she tried to explain. “She got hurt running from the men in blue suits.”
“All medical inquiries must be taken up in room seven-twenty-three on floor eighty-two.”
Avery felt like she was going to scream, but screaming would get her nowhere so she turned and stalked away, muttering every expletive and curse word that she knew under her breath. Her day was definitely going from bad to worse. First she had to leave her little sister in a place where she was likely to be hanged for a witch, and second when she returned to get help she had been horrified to learn that not only wasn’t she to be believed, but she couldn’t even go back to do the job herself.
“That’s what happens when I go through the TTA,” she thought spitefully to herself as she exited the large imposing building and crossed the aluminum plated streets. “But as the old saying goes, there’s more than one way to skin a cat, and there’s more than one way to travel through time.”