The anomaly had unleashed a tornado into the centre of the Bodleian.

“They’re just books,” Becker grumbled. At school, reading had been wasted time when he could have been outside, beating everyone else at sports.

“It’s a shame they’re wet,” Matt said, thinking of how useful they had been in the future, as fuel.

“It’s better to store things online,” ( Read more... )

Matt loved all plants. He filled his office and flat with them. Trees were his favourite though.

There was nothing he liked better on his days off than to go for a long walk in the woods, by himself. It was better like that. Other people just wouldn’t understand, he knew that. After all, they'd never experienced a world that wasn’t green and ( Read more... )

It was the day after the world hadn’t ended, and Lester had broken out his best whisky.

“But you’re Irish,” Connor pointed out as Matt sat holding his head and looking distinctly worse for wear.

“What?” Matt muttered.

“He means you’re supposed to be immune,” Lester explained helpfully. “In the world of the stereotype, anyway.”

Matt’s head hurt. He had ( Read more... )

“I can’t see a thing!” Becker coughed, covering his mouth with his sleeve.

The moment the anomaly had opened near the Thames, clouds of thick smoke had started pouring through. The early morning fog wasn’t helping either.

“Lock it!” Matt yelled. “Move it, Connor!”

Connor was having trouble seeing the controls, his eyes streaming from all the smoke. ( Read more... )

“It’s very nice to meet you,” said the woman who had stepped through the anomaly. “I’ve heard much about the ancient ARC team.”

“Think she’s talking about you,” Matt told Emily, because they didn’t have charm school in the future he’d come from.

Emily ignored him. “You’re not from Matt’s future,” she stated.

“That is correct,” the woman told her. She ( Read more... )

“I’m sure there’s a perfectly rational explanation,” Lester growled, looking at the mess that was once his office. The trouble with working at the ARC was that it seemed to be an anomaly hotspot. It was almost as if the things were magically drawn there.

His supposed experts gazed in dismay at the tiny, big-eared figures dancing around what was left ( Read more... )

“I suppose we don’t know that much about them,” Jess mused. “I mean, seahorses have a strange reproductive cycle too…”

“But Rex’s a boy,” Becker pointed out, clearly horrified. “And… and…” he pointed at the egg. “That’s not possible!”

Emily poked at the egg curiously, then drew back quickly when Rex snapped at her.

Matt just gazed inscrutably at the ( Read more... )

The reporter swayed in the strong winds, struggling to be heard over the heavy waves crashing against the sea wall.

“The Met Office has said that although it is quite unusual to have a tornado in the UK, it can occasionally occur. The freak weather is set to continue with experts warning of life-threatening waves as winds up to 60mph batter the ( Read more... )

Today Abby and Jess discussed their pets. Apparently they both have several different rabbits, though I have never seen these creatures in their homes.

I think I would like a rabbit too. I have asked Matt to buy me one just like the ones Jess and Abby have as those are wonderful and very quiet. An excellent thing in a pet.

Matt seemed surprised by ( Read more... )

“He’s loving this,” Connor complained to Matt, who remained expressionless.

Becker raised his sword and solemnly swore to slay the fearsome monster. Or, at least, send it back through the anomaly.

“Surely you must be a prince,” one of the ladies of the court sighed, and Becker looked even more smug.

“Prince of the gits,” Connor muttered.

“The Geats? ( Read more... )