Subj: The Diary Of Victor North Pt.10
Date: 5/2/99 7:17:41 PM Central Daylight Time
From: marcos1

“I'm not an Ophthalmologist, but I cant see any damage to his optic nerve,” Julia said, looking at Sam Evan's eye, under candlelight.

“Can you help, Pop?” Maggie asked. “A witch named Angelique put a curse on him.”

“I don't know much about curses,” Julia replied, shaking her head. “I just wish that Stokes was here. He had a very good background on such things.”

Sam Evans sat back in his rocking chair, taking a puff from his pipe. “Thank you, Doctor. I do appreciate you taking the time to look at my eyes.” He puffed a ring of smoke. “Didn't really expect that it would do any good. Angelique is one beautiful woman...but a bad one.” He cleared his throat. “Now, where did you say...your from?”

“Another universe,” the Doctor replied.

“Another universe,” Sam Evans repeated, “yes...whatever you say.”

“But we are from another universe,” the Doctor insisted. “Many centuries ago in my universe, there was a great search for a theory to explain everything. Gravity was explained as a big heavy ball rolling onto a sheet. It would cause the surface of the universe to bend under its mass.” His purple eyes began to shine. He loved talking about this. “That explained gravity, but what about the subatomic world, things were very uncertain there. Then one of my ancestors suggested the string theory. Everything was composed of little strings on the smallest, most basic level.” He stuck his fork into a potato. It was covered with the green butter of Yak. He chewed his food and continued. “But the most amazing discovery was of the yo-yo.”

“Yes, yo-yo,” Sam said, clearly bored. “And what was that?”

“Why the yo-yo,” the Doctor replied, excitedly spitting potatoes, “was a spool-like toy reeled up and down by a string.” He took a deep breath. “Don't you get it? If the universe is made of tiny strings...we can build tiny yo-yos and do anything...travel to other universes...other times, anything.”

Maggie listened to this discussion, but her mind was on what she saw out of the window. There was a handsome dark-haired man walking towards the cottage—and he was naked.

To be continued-