Project Chronos

At that very instant I realised that I have made a mistake of disrespecting nature and her flow by taking things in my hands. I was terribly shook at the new timeline I have created by assassinating Hitler.

But before I read the article, someone entered the room.

I notice a lady in her late twenties, her hair bunned up gracefully, donning black rimmed glasses with a brown bag in her arms.

"August, can you just pass me that file right there - near the shelf?", she popped in before I could ask anything.

"But..but who are you? I'm sorry, but I didn't recognise you, ma'am."

"This is not the time for your antics brother. I'm already late for my job and midway I realised I missed this file at home.", she takes a look at her watch worriedly.

"What? What did you just call me? Brother?", I stood up in shock.

"Obviously. What should I call my brother then? Mr Handsome?", she mocked as she went ahead to take the file herself.

"What's your name?"

"Stop it August. You know I don't have time for this. And why didn't you go to your lab today? Irene must be fuming.", she began to leave.

"Wait a minute? Irene works in my lab?"

"Are you high Augustin? You work under Irene in her lab."

That was it. This would be the lowest I could ever sweep down to. Working under the mentorship of my once upon a time nemesis at her lab.

I'm about to pop out another question, but I feel dizzy all of a sudden. I take a seat on the chair as my head begins to hurt. Memories flood in. Everything starts to blur out. It felt the same way I felt once in my childhood. Painful. Confused. I shout in exasperation.

Visiting my parent's grave every fortnight.

Meeting Irene at her office.

Working on Chronos at my lab.

Sharing a laugh with Hannah and Raymond over some trivial fact.

"Are you alright August?", she rushes to my help.

"I don't know. I feel as if I'm slowly forgetting everything.", I hold her hand.

"You'll get well soon. Just cut down on your occasional drug intake."

"Stay."

"..."

"Please."

She sees my pain and realises that this is something different altogether. Keeping her bag aside, she sits in the adjacent chair.

"I don't even remember your name. Everything feels anew.", I decide to take advantage of my concussion, which still hurt. Revealing my real identity and explaining the concept of time travel would result in another headache.

She looks at me for a few seconds, maybe tracing my expressions for any sight of a smile; hoping this would be another one of my lame tricks.

"Isabelle Bernard."

"Nice name."

"You sure August? This isn't a joke right?", tears welled up in her eyes.

"Yes. I'm dead serious Isa. I feel as if my memory is going corrupt altogether. Rewritten, modified every second.", I wipe off her tears.

"What else do you remember?"

"I have a few questions Isa. Your answers will help me better my state."