Running out of Time 5

“Follow me.” She led me up the sidewalk, and I slowly took everything in. Time again was neither slow or fast, just very clear. There was a tree that had a tire fused in the direct center with a bit of rope hanging from the end. There was a garage that had a car fused into one side, and that same garage was fused to one side of a house. Not in the traditional sense like it was attached, but like the garage was a wart on the top of the peaking just barely from the top of the houses head, and from the top of the garage was the even smaller wart taking the shape of a blue sedan. Then as they continued down the street, the sidewalk ran up the side of a tree.

            “What is wrong with this place?” I asked. I was hoping only slightly, that we were just inside of a cartoon. It was just a very strange cartoon.

            “Space is irrelevant here.” She grabbed a tire that was lodged in a tree and yanked it out like it was just tapped on. It left a tire sized hole in the side of the tree. With a flick of her wrist, the tire floated into the sky with relative ease. “This is what happens. This is after the collision between you and him. You brought me here so that I would be safe, so far I have been.”

            “Is the him your speak so vaguely about the future version of me?” I asked. I looked into the sky and I noticed the moon and the sun pass each other quickly in the sky going in the opposite directions, but the amount of light didn’t change, even after both sources of light were gone.

            “You would never do something this terrible. This was caused by someone else.” Ketchup took a seat on a chair as it fell from the sky. With a comedic sense of timing, another chair fell, and I sat in it. She looked worried as she looked down at my sneakers. “Time and Space are…”

            The physical entities of Time and Space, taking the form of a blue wisp of smoke and a green wisp of slightly less dense fog were incapable of settling their dispute alone. Who was stronger? Both were capable of seeing infinite times while being omnipotent. The single limitation of their knowledge was who was stronger. Who was better?

            Time had used his powers for the most part on entertainment. He let things progress in chronological order, so that things could build on top of one another. Space had just grown and grown, amassing an empire of stars no matter where he was. Time and space could have picked any number of avatars to fight their battle, but neither of them thought it to be fair. Instead, they selected the same human being from two parallel timelines. This human wasn’t especially warriorlike. His only defining characteristic was that he could easily stand for what time or what space wanted.