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
"I'm not sure I need your help." Henry said. "You're not exactly in a position to turn down assistance, Henry. We've heard about the capabilities of your watch. We are willing to help you protect it and yourself." Henry's eyes flickered toward Tristan, who raised an eyebrow in warning. "Henry, they may be trustworthy but be cautious, but don't let them take the watch. Try to befriend them and use them as a backup when the shadow syndicate attacks." Henry's eyes refocused on the bounty hunters and he forced a hesitant smile, "I appreciate your offer. But can I ask, what's in it for you?" Other bounty hunter shrugged, "We're not in it for the money, Henry. We're in it for the thrill of the hunt. And taking down the shadow syndicate would be a feather in our caps." Tristan's eyes narrowed, his confusion evident. "Henry, what are you doing?" he whispered. Henry's response was a subtle shrug as he engaged the bounty hunters in conversation. "So tell me what you guys are planning. How
The stormy night had turned the deserted road into a battlefield. Henry and Tristan were fighting for their lives against the shadow syndicate hunters. With the flashes of gunfire, the darkness was illuminated as the sound of thunder was drowned out by the constant exchange of bullets. Tristan continued to maneuvered the car with precision, he took sharp turns and dodge the bullets while Henry was above the din of the battle. "I'm trying, Henry!" Tristan shouted, his knuckles turning white as he gripped on the steering wheel. The syndicate's numbers seemed endless and Henry's bullets were running low. He reached for a spare but his pocket was empty. "Tris, I'm out of ammo," Henry said. Tristan's eyes darted to the rear view mirror where he saw the syndicate's vehicles closing in. "Oh no. I'm out of bullets too. Our only option is to get out of here." he exclaimed. Henry's hand instinctively went to his wrist, where his Quantum Reverie watch glowed with a soft blue light. He act
The two huddled don't he computer screen in front of them, Henry was typing in the keyboard, trying to access George Thompson's computer but to no avail. "Come one, I've acceseed this computer countless times before but why won't it work now?" Henry muttered. Tristan watched Henry tries to attempt, "When did the watch starting to malfunction? I'm just curious of what's going on?" Henry's eyes dropped to the pocket watch dangling from his waistcoat, "I'm afraid so, Tristan. I've been having some trouble with it lately. It's been getting harder to switch personas." "That's not good, Henry. We badly need to get into this computer if we're going to find any clues about their disappearance." Tristan said. Henry's gaze snapped back to the computer screen. "I'll try again and again. I have to get in." Tristan placed a hand on Henry's shoulder. "Let me try, then. Sometimes a fresh perspective can work wonders." Henry sighed and stepped aside to let Tristan take over. Tristan's fingers
"George. I admit that Im guilty of stealing your identity but there's a lot to explain and I hope you'll hear me out." Henry said.Tristan intervened, "George? Let's hear him out. We've come a long way to get this point. Let's not rush to judgment." George's expression softened slightly but his anger still simmered just below the surface, "Fine. Explain yourself. But I'm not going to tolerate any lies or deceit. You just brainwashed my cousins brain." he dissed. Henry nodded, "It's a long story, but I'll try to keep the brief. So it all started because off this watch. Or should I call the Quantum Reverie watch, this is an extraordinary device that allows me to switch identities with only one persona. It's a tool I've been using to correct some wrongs in my past." he began. "And I have chose your identity because we share a similar fate. We both have families that were wronged in some way. My father's riches were stolen by my cruel in-laws and I'm sure you have your own story of bet