Inside the Chronos Weavers laboratory, the fierce battle between Henry and Mr. Wolf had continued. "You cannot defeat me, I have harnessed the secrets of time itself and I will use them to alter the destiny of humanity." Mr. Wolf hissed. Henry was undeterred as he activated his watch. "I won't let you destroy the world, even I'm not the guardian of time. I will protect it from your wicked schemes." Henry dictated.Mr. Wolf lunged at Henry using a blade and Henry dodged and weaved through Mr. Wolf's relentless attack. While his watch allowed him to slow down time to give him the edge but Mr. Wolf can fight against the time bending of the system. "You are a fool to stand against me!" Mr. Wolf sneered. "I am the master of time and I will erase you from existence!" Henry lunged forward with his blade that pierced through the air with deadly precision. Mr. Wolf deflected his blade with a swipe of his hand and it sended it across the room. "You cannot defeat me, I am immortal." Mr. Wolf
"You made a mistake, Henry. You revealed your true identity to Mr. Thompson. That was not part of the plan." Nova dictated.Henry's face fell as he knew it was forbidden, he was too comfortable and easily trust people and it will cost him. "I know, I got carried away and I didn't think through." Henry muttered. "It's not just that, Henry. You're now compromised. Your mission in year 3000 is at risk. You need to return to your own time, immediately." Nova continued. Henry's eyes snapped back to Nova's holographic form, "I can't leave yet, Nova. I need one more day. Just one more day to talk to Mr. Thompson to figure some things out." Nova's expression turned skeptical, "What's so important that you need to stay, Henry?" "You knew it. I need to know how the Quantum reverie watch ended up in year 2024, to understand the mysteries of time. How it was possible for the watch to time travel through the timestream. And I need to help Mr. Thompson understand how he has a son in 2024, when
The sun had set over the Ravenstone mansion and Henry sat comfortably at the mansion's balcony. He was surrounded by his friends, Tristan Morris, Butler Mr. Howard and Lydia. They enjoyed some delightful dinner and the aroma of roasted meats, fresh herbs wafter through the air that tantalize their senses. Henry had been away for a while and he couldn't help but express his gratitude to Mr. Howard for his effort to serve food, "I've terribly missed your cooking, Mr. Howard. This is absolutely exquisite." Henry exclaimed. Mr. Howard smiled and replied, "Thank you, Henry. I've been experimenting with new recipes during your abscene." he replied."Speaking of which, Henry. I've been meaning to ask you something. When you traveled to year 3000, who was the person who accompanied you?" Tristan asked. Henry's eyes sparkled as he recalled the incredible adventure, "You won't believe me if I tell you that it was Reginald Thompson, and he was an amazing engineer." The table fell silent with
"Mr. Wolf was part of the shadow syndicate? How did he became friends with Mr. Thompson?" Tristan was curious. "Yes, he is part of that organization but then I only saw him being the scientist of the Chronos Weavers but he is a cunning man. He deceived and manipulated me into believing he was the true creator of the Quantum Reverie watch blueprint. He convinced me that another scientist Mr. Granger of the Chronarium had stolen the design for him. And I foolishly believed him and stole the blueprint from Mr. Granger." Henry explained and his eyes darkened. Lydia's eyes widened in shock,"You stole it? How could you do that?" "I know it's very wrong but I was blinded by him, he played on my innocence. What I didn't know was that Mr. Wolf had an ulterior motive, that he wanted to use the Quantum Reverie to further his own interests to manipulate time and control the flow of history." Henry said."I tried to get the blueprint from Mr. Granger but I didn't know Mr. Wolf had other plans. H
Henry woke up to the warm rays of the sun streaming through the windows of his room at the Ravenstone mansion. He stretched his arms and yawned, he felt relieved to be back in a beautiful day, and to be alive in year 2024.But as he sat up, he couldn't help but missed waking up in Mr. Thompson's house. Henry missed his discussions about some latest innovations and discoveries. But now, Henry was back in the resent and he had another mission to complete. Henry threw off the covers and got out of bed, he made his way to the bathroom to freshen up. After a quick shower, he dressed in a pair of comfortable jeans and white shirt.When he headed downstairs, he saw Mr. Thompson already sipping his coffee in the table. "Good morning, Henry." Mr. Howard greeted. "Did you have a good sleep?" "Good morning, Mr. Howard, I did have a good sleep but I have to say that I feel a bit restless today." "Hmm, is it about your wife?" Mr. Howard asked, setting his up down. "Umm, no, it's not about her.
Henry left the laboratory with Tristan and Mr. Howard. Henry turned to Mr. Howard to thank him for allowing them to see the body of Mr. Thompson in the cryonic process. "Thank you for showing us that interesting preservation method," Henry said, still trying to process the eerie sight they had just witnessed. "The pleasure is all mine, Henry. Now, shall we had back to the mansion and have some breakfast? I'm sure you guys must be hungry after that enlightening experience," Mr. Howard smiled. Tristan nodded in agreement, rubbing his stomach, "I could do with some eggs and bacon, Mr. Howard." he chuckled. Henry followed the pair, his mind still reeling from the events of the previous night. As they emerged from the bunker and entered the mansion, Henry's eyes scannd the area, searching for a glimpse of Lydia's fiery hair. "Mr. Howard, where's Lydia?" Henry asked, trying to sound nonchalant. Mr. Howard's expression turned neutral, "Oh, Lydia said she had some urgent matter, she'll
Henry and Tristan sat beside Lydia's hospital bed and they both tried to talk to her despite suffering from memories loss. "Who are you?" Lydia asked, confusion written across her face. "I'm Henry and this is Tristan. We are your friends." Henry's grip tightened on her hand.Lydia's eyes darted between them but she couldn't recognize them, "I don't know you." Henry's heart sank, "It's okay, Lydia. We are here to help you. Can you remember anything? Anything at all?" Lydia closed her eyes, trying to remember something but she couldn't, "I don't know my name." she whispered. Tristan's eyes met Henry's, "It's okay, we will help you remember things.Henry leaned in, "But is there anything you do remember? Anything at all?" Lydia wondered and her eyes flickered when something came in her mind, "The bungalow," she whispered. Henry knew she was referring to his house, the place his mother had been killed. "What do you remember about that house?" Henry asked. "I-I saw someone died in
Henry was accompanied by Tristan as they emerged form the car with Lydia, seated in a wheelchair beside them. While Mr. Howard was surprised to see the sight of Lydia's fragile form. "What happened?" Mr. Howard eyes darting between the three of them. "I apologize for not informing you and this unexpected arrival. We've had quite an eventful day. And I'll explain." Henry said. Tristan standing beside Henry, scratching his nape, "We really had a bit of a situation on our hands." he said.As they entered the mansion, Henry began to share what happened, "We found Lydia at the old abandoned house which is my house located on the outskirts of town. She was on the floor, unconscius and we immediately take her to the hospital." Tristan picked up where Henry left off, "The doctors diagnosed her with memory loss, Mr. Howard. She doesn't remember anything, not even her own name." Mr. Howard's eyes grew wide. "That's terrible! And why was she discharged this early?" Henry's expression darke