[✔️] Across The Years | Seulrene

Ch. 7 - Groovy

No One's POV

Seulgi instead of going home, went straight to Zacharov's lab. When she arrived she was drenched and covered in mud, but that hardly mattered to her. She was on a mission.

It was Saturday and she wasn't due to work, so understandably Zacharov was rather surprised as Seulgi burst into the lab.

"Tell me," Seulgi then pointed to the machine. "Does this thing actually work? I need to know. Can I go back in time?"

Zacharov stood there, rather surprised by Seulgi's sudden interest in the machine. The fact that she was dripping wet only added to his confusion, "Yes. I've run tests, it works. Why the sudden interest?"

Seulgi wiped some rain from her forehead and sat down, a look of fierce determination on her face. "Because he's an asshole. Because while he drank and slept with his mistress, Irene died alone in misery and pain. No one's there to hold her hand. No one was there to tell her how special and beautiful she was."

Now Zacharov was confused. "I don't follow."

"It's simple. I'll be your guinea pig. I'll be your test subject for this machine. All I ask for is one thing in return. You have to let me go back and stop a wedding."

Zacharov scratched his head, "When did this wedding take place?"

"1869."

Seeing the still confused look on his face, Seulgi went back to the beginning and told the whole story. From the finding of the picture to the revelation that Irene in fact had died in childbirth. Seulgi told the tale. All the while Zacharov listened carefully, one hand under his chin.

Upon finishing her story, Seulgi stood up. She was still very upset and agitated. "I know you're going to lecture me about not changing the past and all that timeline bullshit but I don't care. Irene was or is, a wonderful beautiful woman and I can't live another day knowing that she ended up like she did. I have to save her."

Seulgi fully expected him to say no but instead, he smiled. "I made this machine to benefit mankind, and if God had not wanted me to develop this, he would simply stopped me. Had me hit by a bus or choked to death on a cashew nut. Let's do it."

Seulgi looked to the machine and headed towards it, "Come on, I'm ready. Let's go."

Zacharov gently stopped her, "Hold the phone. We can't just dump you in 1869. We need to see if it even properly works. A couple of test jumps. I know you're impatient but it's the wiser course."

Seulgi lowered her head and nodded. "Yeah, you're right. Let's face it, I'm probably a terrible candidate to be a time traveler."

Zacharov vigorously shook his head. "No. In fact you're perfect. That's why I hired you. You are majoring in theatre. You're taking a class in costume design. You can't just go there, even if you have the right clothes. You'd stick out like a sore thumb. You need to approach this like you would a part in a play. Make a character, come up with a background. Why are you in England for example? You need to prepare and learn how to do things in that day and age. Ride a horse for example. While we work on getting the machine perfected, you can develop your 1869 character. You're acting and theatre experience will greatly benefit you. So when you go, you will fit in and no one will suspect a thing."

Seulgi laughed as she realized that Zacharov was right, "Okay, I can take some time to prepare." That look of determination again reappeared on her face, "But I will save her."