Why Do You Want To Find That Door?
Arn and I walked down the ramp into the large storage cavern.
“Let’s turn right,” I said. “It feels like the way we should go this time.”
We turned right, walked to the last row of shelving, which stood against the wall, and turned left.
“What are we looking for, Tammy?”
“The door to the room where we saw the machine that dug out this cavern. It should be somewhere along here on the wall in one of the empty spaces between the sections of shelving.”
“Why do you want that machine, Tammy? Are you thinking about trying to dig out another room?”
“No. The room where we saw that machine has a door on the other side of the room that opens to the place and time where the machine comes from. I want to see if that door will open for me, Arn.”
“Why do you want to go there? We almost died after going through the last door, the door we didn’t even know we had entered.”
“Hey, we made it back in one piece, didn’t we? And we’ll make it back again wherever we go. I’m certain of that. Just trust me on this.”
“O.k. Maybe we’ll make it back, but McKaren told us we can’t go out the other side, so why do you want to try?” Arn asked.
“McKaren said the machine came here from another time, and that the door on the other side of that room opens to another time on the planet. Think about it. It can’t come from the past, not from my time or from any time before yours. There’s never been anything like it in the history of this planet up to this moment. That leaves two possibilities.”
“Yeah, two. It has to come either from some place other than planet earth, or it has to come from an alternate future of the earth, an alternate future to the future we’ve already seen. The future earth you and I just visited was devoid of life. We were the only two living things there. McKaren said the machine comes from this planet, so it must come from an alternate future of this planet.”
“So you think there might be another possible future for our planet, Tammy?”
“Yes, I do. Maybe Hoth isn’t the last generation of humans who will live on the planet.”
“Did ya’ ever consider that maybe the people will all be dead and only the machines will be left?” Arn asked.
“Maybe. But maybe those machines can help us avoid becoming extinct. Maybe they need us. Maybe we can peacefully co-exist.”
“Maybe McKaren is one of those machines,” Arn suggested.
“McKaren is more than a machine. Somehow I know that. It’s kind of like remembering, but it’s remembering something that hasn’t happened yet. McKaren is here to help us, and I’m certain she comes from the future. I’m just not certain if it’s earth’s future, or the future of some other place.
“There’s the door, Arn,” I said as we reached the end of another section of shelving. ”
“What are you talking about, Tammy? All I see is the wall,” Arn said.
“You don’t see the door? It looks like it’s made of iron that was cast in some sort of wooden mold that left the wood grain imprinted on the iron. Maybe they used plywood for the mold.”
“I just see the wall, Tammy.”
“Well, I see a door and think we should find out what lies on the other side of it.”
“How can I walk through a door I can’t see?” Arn asked.
“Tell you what. I’ll see if the door opens for me. If it does, I’ll step in just one step. If everything looks o.k., I’ll motion for you to follow. If it looks dangerous, I’ll take a step back and be right here with you,” I replied.
“I see you’ve made up your mind.”
“It will be fine, Arn.”
I stepped closer to the door, touched it, and the iron slab slid silently into the floor. Whatever lay beyond lay in total darkness.”
“I can’t see a thing in there. Can you see anything?” I asked Arn.
“In where?” Arn asked. “I saw you touch the wall, and that’s all I saw. I see you standing in front of the wall.”
“I’ll see if I can step inside. Be right back.”
I stepped forward, moving my right foot through the doorway. There was a solid floor on the other side. I raised my left foot and moved the rest of my body through the doorway.
This Isn’t Hoth
What happened? How did I end up sitting down driving a car?
I was behind the steering wheel of a creamy yellow classic car from the 1940’s, driving down a two lane highway with fields of tall, lush green grass on either side of the road. A range of blue-green mountains, the tops shrouded in mist, lay a few miles ahead.
Apparently this car will take me to wherever it is I am supposed to go. Looks like Arn didn’t come along on this trip. I drove several miles, then saw something ahead on the left that looked familiar – a large cornfield and a wood beyond.
Near the end of the cornfield I noticed a spot where I could pull off the road and drive along the edge of the cornfield. After driving several hundred yards along the edge of the field, I came to a grove of trees. I could drive no further. I parked the car, got out, and walked into the cornfield, heading toward the wood.
When I had passed through the field and come out the far side, once again I saw the house and the stream beyond.
Should I go to the house again? I really want to return to that house.
The Man on the Rock
Not now. I must find the man on the rock. I will return to the house another time. Another day. But today I must find the man.
I walked past the house, crossed the stream and found my way along the bank until I found the place I remembered from before. The man was sitting on his rock, smiling.
“Hi. I’m back. You said you’d answer my questions.”
I wanted to sit down and never leave. This is where I belong. But I had told Arn I’d be back, so I would go back to Arn if there were any possible way to do it.
“Will I be going back to Arn?”
“Soon. But first you will spend a few weeks in another time.”
“On planet earth?”
”In another future?”
“Another possible future?”
“So if that possible future happens, there will be no Arn?”
“There will be an Arn.”
“Will there be a Tammy and Arn?”
“You will return to Arn.”
“Will we live out our lives together?”
“That is a most difficult question to answer.”
“So are you saying that if we do something that results in a future other than Hoth, I’ll go back to Arn in Hoth, then zap out of Hoth somehow and Arn will vanish?”
“No. I’m not saying that Tammy. To use your words, trust me. Make this journey, as confusing as it may seem to you. I’ll take care of Arn, and I’ll take care of you. You will return here five more times. The last time you will stay, unless you choose to journey once again. That will be an option open to you, but not a requirement.”
“What about everyone else on Hoth? What will happen to them if Hoth never comes to pass?”
“Leave that to me.”
“Why is Arn different?
“In due time you will know.”
“Where do I go now?”
“Walk down the road you were driving on a few minutes ago. Walk toward the mountains. You will find a settlement. No one is expecting you. Be cautious. You will be out of place, but you will find friends. You will return here after you have returned to Arn and Hoth.”
Looking for Our Destiny
Before I could say anything more, I found that I was no longer next to the man on the rock by the stream, but was walking along the edge of the two-lane road, between the vast fields of tall lush green grass, walking toward the blue-green mountains, the tops of which were shrouded in mist.
I noticed a small sign ahead, along the edge of the road. When I walked close enough to read it I read “Our Destiny”. Just ahead on the left lay a small settlement of houses.
Our Destiny? Whatever does that mean?