Coloured

Echoes
in
Time

Intro: You don't know the ways...

We always kicked off our artistic endeavors by doing sketches. Using led Faber Castells on
cheap scrapbooks brought from the newsagent; we would practice our pieces for hours on
end, experimenting with the different styles of lettering. We always started with the "bubbla"
mainly because it was the easiest one to do. The smell of paint was faintly in the air, as we sat
at the dining table sketching, the smells were coming from the line of cans stacked on the
table, each can had a different coloured cap and was either a cheap shitty " Razor" or the more
expensive and professional " Ironlak" with the pink caps. My mate Ray had a proud collection of
"Lacs" as he called them, out numbering my small collection of Razors I had just brought from
Monties.
My mate Ray is an artist by nature; He's a very creative person. A brickie by trade; use to
creating things with his hands. He'd been searching for an outlet in self expression for
sometime and stumbled upon one in the form of Graffiti the lost urban art form.
Only problem was finding a wall we could safely and legally spray. We had such a artistic
refuge once, we called that place
: The Mansion.
it's gone now, it's been bulldozed into a flat patch of land a few months ago. Only thing
remaining is the memories; and is any place truly gone if you have the memories of it.

It was a run down dilapidated building located smack bang in the middle of nowhere.
A rural estate in its prime in the early 1950's, It was quite the commotion in those days, it was
the first mansion ever built in this state. The neighbors never complained mainly because there
were no neighbors not for miles it was just a mansion on a farm run by a rich as shit family - the
stories told on what happened to its residents ranged from the ordinary to the outrageous
there were many rumors some were that the residents thought the house was haunted and left
the place for dead in the middle of the night, others claim it was alien abductions beaming up
the residents as they vanished without a trace, some even thought that big foot chased them
away.
The main rumor that cut the bullshit with Occam sharp serrated razer was that the rich as shit
family had to file for bankruptcy and couldn't afford the massive tax buildup on their estate - so
according to the papers at the time they did a runner. was a total tax exodus - think they left for
Mexico or something somewhere the government couldn't find them. I always thought it was
odd though that they would just leave like that something about it didn't seem to add up probably was just a tabloid headline.
The Mystic Ruins were Shrouded by bush and tall trees a small swampy reservoir ran next to it
entering and exiting the drainpipes lodged beneath the earth. The main way to reach the
mansion was following a bush bashing 4 wheel drive track that weaved through the bush and
got denser and boggier the further you drove in. We always parked in the same spot and got
out. listening for any sounds of people that might be there. We couldn't do art when people
were there, it was a legal place, but the feeling of spraying a wall with paint from a can was
always exciting
we always felt like we were committing a crime even though we weren't.
Spraying was always a rush!

1.

Under overcast skies, we headed off in Ray's white Mitsubishi Pajero, 1080 6IX was on, the
good ol Goldie oldie station, Huey Lewis and the News was blaring out the speakers the song
playing was: Back in Time.

Drumming my hands on the dashboard to the classic beat while thinking about the
misadventures of Marty Mcfly, I took a swig of my king brown that was wrapped in a paper bag,

I looked at the clock 5:30 pm loomed out in orange, I had my elbow out the window and I could
feel the air rush by as I looked up and viewed large fluffy thunderheads gathered on the
horizon; could see the rain anticipating freedom. As I was looking out at the passing green
paddocks A strong fleeting feeling of familiarity swept over me, I shook it off then I took
another swig of my kinga; It went down a treat.

" Hope there's no cunts there ay man " I said

" There shouldn't be, not at this time, it's gonna start raining soon all the cunts would be
indoors"
" true that man; Fuck I'm amped to do some pieces! I can't fucking wait "
" fuck yeah should be sic"! Ray said
He was drinking his emu bitsmen; Yellow paper bag was crumpled back revealing the cool
glass bottle. He was drinking while driving, but hey, we were on a Graff mission so a few laws
were going to have to be broken. We passed a sign saying: Whiteman Park Estate and hit a
right driving up the tarmac, there were no houses on either side, then hit a left across the road
next drove into the hidden track that leads through the bush. We drove through the sandy
tracks that weaved through the trees, driving over the dirt bike tracks -the further we went the
more boggier and sandier it got, dodging a few rocks, seeing signs of the coloured mystic ruins
up ahead. Ray parked the paj in the spot just out on the side underneath the white gum tree;
The tree two had crude tags over it in blue paint. It seems nothing here was safe from getting
sprayed. Sitting in the Paj finishing off our king browns, we looked around seeing if there were
any cars parked; The case was clear, so we got out. Ray was carrying a backpack full of his lak
paints some razors were thrown in there for cheap fillings. I carried my razors and beers in a
one of Ray's eski bags. It was keeping our beer's cold and our paints colder. We stood there
listening to see if there were people around, the scene was eerily quiet not even a crows fart
could be heard.
I stared at the Mansion; its derelict rundown coloured walls - it seemed, almost alive. Its
dilapidated roof forming a kind of deranged mouth with jagged teeth. It looked like it was
grinning and beckoning us to venture in
" Come on in! And make yourself at home!! " said the mansion if it could speak.
" You reckon anyone is in their man? " I said
" Hard to say, there better bloody not be, I need me spray, " said Ray
I felt cold drips sputtering against my arm; I looked up and saw those thunderheads had

advanced over our location. Far away a faint rumbling was heard.

2.
Ray marched forward down the hill and into the mouth of the Mansion. I followed, and looked
around. Our footsteps crunched over scattered broken glass there was junk and random shit
littered on the hard concrete floors, there was a seedy mattress in the corner of one of the
room's evidence of free rent living. As we walked the rooms looking for a blank wall to spray.
Every wall was covered in paint. Some walls were half demolished reduced to rubble that lay
on the ground next to it as if some lunatic under a full moon went wild with a sledge hammer
then ran out of steam. There were master pieces of graffiti art on display, the mansion was like
an underground art exhibition.
We walked through a door frame that had no door or even building, its was just a frame.
Stepping through this lead to a grassy courtyard which was actually the middle of the mansion,
coloured graffiti danced off the crumbling ruins. Everything was covered in paint. To the right,
there was an empty swimming pool; it to was coloured in skilled graffiti
looking up at the side of the house was covered even places where you'd think how the fuck
did they get up there was painted.
Out in the courtyard I felt the rain it was a lite drizzle; thunder boomed up ahead somewhere it
sounded far away.
Ray stood in the middle taking in the coloured walls. I was staring at this cryptic piece on one of
the side walls it said: Kaos & Specta. the tags were done in blue, white and black. They looked
awesome against the wall and grass it looked like something that belonged on the cover of a
magazine; it looked like art.
Both Kaos and Specta were done in Bubbla, Kaos had green slime oozing down the wall;
Specta's A was slanted and had eyes and a mouth on it as if it was meant to represent an
apparition
" shit yeah man, it's still there," said Raiga
" sure is man, no one here would dare to slash over it " I said
" You would think so man. You see that math shit next to Kaos, what the fuck ? "
" I see it, what a fuckhead! Who's he supposed to be, the math slasher?"
Ray laughed " the math slasher, what a bastard " said Ray
Then I saw the piece that was on the other side of the wall. It said: ghost. Its end lettering

looked familiar.
" what the fuck! man, you see this copy cat? "
Ray walked over and saw it laughing.
" looks like you got some competition ay Specta "
" Fuck this guy even his A is shaped like mine, get your own ideas you cunt "
I kicked the wall as Ray laughed. I was thinking of slashing black lines over it. That's if I
remember.
" come on man, there's bound to be a fresh spot some were " said Ray
The clouds rumbled; bolts of lightning zapped the sky, the rain was getting heavier.
Looking around for cover, We set off and ran through another doorway that led to the main
part of this vacant estate; the roof and walls were half caved in, it looked like it was just
hanging there, and it could collapse at any moment. There was a strange piece of metal jutting
out into the sky. It looked like it didn't belong there.
We walked into the opening and inside it was dark, paper bags and random plastic plates
were scattered over the ground like someone had a picnic here or something. Every wall, side
of the door, every where there was concrete was coloured in tags. There were thousands of
them all overlapping and competing for the top. More broken glass was littered on the floors
our footsteps crushing it as we walked up the narrow concrete stairs. I was hoping the
shattered glass wouldn't pierce through my converses .
" I'm going to my piece here man, there's a Wonka piece here. I'm over his shit cause he went
over mine" Ray said
He put down his backpack, unzipped it and pulled out a black can of Ironlak, he started to
shake it while looking around at the painted
" makes sense fuck that guy, I'm gonna go down the steps that go into that main room and
see if I can find a spot" I said
alright man no worries! see you in a bit! " said Ray
I head off down the steps, carefully stepping over the junk, I went I walked through the bottom
landing and saw a door. it was an actual door which was rare for this place; it wooden and had
a huge black-and-white stencil of Dirty Harry aiming a magnum. Smoke was billowing from the
barrel. Curious as shit I put my hand on the handle and pushed. It opened and I stood in

blackness. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my smartphone using it as a torch. It lit up
the large room before me and what I saw next blew my mind away.
It was like a secret art show A covert mural that was kept hidden from all the vandals who
came here. The walls nearby weren't covered in graffiti scrawls, it was a strangely well looked
after. It was a shrine in the middle of a shit hole. I looked at the back of the wall it was mural
dedicated to one of history's greatest scientific
" a bleached tuff of tangled hair above large black-rimmed glasses on a stern was wrapped in
a white lab coat, in one hand the painted character was carrying a flip pad of formulas, and the
other hand was brandishing a piece of chalk. There was a slanted black board that had in
white: E = MC2 on it. The painted had a determined look on its face: it was pointing to
something. I shined my light in its direction, and I just struck in awe.

There was a crimson rose painted on the surface that looked liked it was done by someone
who was a big fan of Salvador Dali. It took up the whole back wall. It was magnificent and
blooming, I couldn't keep my gaze off it; Above the Rose there was graffiti style letters in
purple and pink: Rosen Bridge.
I stared at this picture; it felt like time stood still. Time felt different in this room I couldn't quite
explain it; everything seemed to be more slowed down. I could hear a low humming sound
coming from the strange graffiti objects to the sides, the rose on the wall was giving off a soft
yellow glow. The Crimson Rose looked like it was coming off the wall. The thing looked alive,
looked real somehow.
I went in for a closer inspection and saw in the middle of the rose was circled outlined in black,
inside the circle was a room; it looked modern and fresh like seeing through a fisheye lens. I
saw draws and a jarrah coffee table, rugs and pot plants it's looked frighteningly real.
Staring at this wall not knowing what to make of what I was seeing, I glanced back at Einstein,
and his look of firm conviction, the details, were staggering.
After a while I turned my gaze and walked back outside; it was pissing down and the thunder
seemed right above me, I went looking for Ray as I heard him shouting out my name.

" Yo Ray I'm here man, were you at? "

" Ay there you are, where the fuck did you go man? I've been looking for you "
" what you mean? I was in this room looking for a spot "

" bro that's horseshit. I've been looking for you for almost two hours now"
" Wat the fuck? two hours, really? I said
" where were you bro" ? said Ray
" I....I'm not sure. I was in this strange room ay you gotta see it "
" your lucky. I was just about to drive home and call the cops for a rescue team or get Gunny
Sarg out here!"
I laughed " you got to see what I found in this room. It's the best fucking art here"
" Fuck yeah sounds good but first you got to see the piece, I just did it's the best Kaos yet,"
Said Ray
3.
I followed Ray up the concrete steps, walked across the top landing and came to a wall at the
back. I saw a large KAOS lettering sprayed there, so fresh, the paint was dripping and fumes
lingered in the air. The outline was done in black lak, the fillings done with a blue and purple,
most likely razor. Green slime dripped from the bottom lines, silver streaks splashed on the
sides of the letters giving it a shimmering look. The piece was done in wild style, a lot of
tangling letters with arrows pointing wildly in all directions. Looking at it, you wouldn't know
what it read and In the lost art of Graffiti, that was the outcome you strived for. There was also a
picture of Sonic the Hedgehog, The Blue Dude with Tude holding out a large green emerald in
the palm of his white gloved hand, the other gloved hand was making a clicking gesture.
Staring at Ray's masterpiece all my wonderful childhood memories of playing SEGA came back
at once - I had the biggest urge to play Sonic 3!
" Woa fuck man! Talk about way past cool! This is your master piece for sure!" I praised.
" cheers bro, I'm pretty proud of it ay, best one yet " said Ray.
" it's going to be hard to top that one - that's pro shit right there" I praised again
" Your masterpiece makes me want to finish sonic 3 and knuckles bro, that's how good it is" I
praised some more
Ray laughed " I was thinking that as I was making it ay, had the music for the end boss in sonic
3 in my head ay" Ray said.
" Too sick! Yeah that music rocks! Hey, get in front of it, and I'll take a picture "
" yeah man but first pass me cold one out of the eski there, think I've deserved a brew after
that " Ray said

I unzipped the eski bag that my unused razors were in and passed Ray a Bitsmen, he grabbed
it and screwed of the cap , sculling the whole thing then held out the empty stubbie in front of
him and said
" Arrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"
" Shit yeah that hit the spot mate " said Ray

4.
Ray stood in front of his masterpiece and made the same clicking gestures as Sonic. It was a
terrific photo.
" I'm going to submit this pic to Clouded Thoughts magazine man, and see what they think. I
reckon it's good enough to get published!"
Ray laughed " I don't know about that, but it would be fucking sick to be in that mag, I got their
latest issue the other day. " said Ray.
" Yeah man! I reckon they'll accept it and will want to do an interview, I can see it now " Kaos:
undiscovered local talent gets discovered! or you know, something like that. I said
" That would be awesome I can tell them that it's all about a way for use to express ourselves,
like what Trem Dawg said. I'm sure they'll would know where i'm coming from" Ray said
" Yeah, fuck yeah bro! The hard yards, that's what we're doing now, getting our hands dirty,
shit speaking of which, you got to check out this room I found it's got art that will leave you
breathless, not as decent as your stuff, though still pretty excellent" I said
" alright man, sounds good, where is it? "
" follow me, let's go" I said
I walked back to the secret room as Ray followed, I showed Ray the Dirty Harry Stencil on the
door, he thought it was sick and took a picture of it with his galaxy s3.
I thumbed on my smart phone light and walked into the room - there was Einstein again pointing with the conviction of the greatest physicist of all time.
" Holy fucking shit man! This is amazing, " Said Ray flabbergasted

" I reckon man, it doesn't belong here ay it's too good for this place " I said
Ray was staring in amazement, memorized by the crimson rose.
" I reckon. It belongs in an art museum or something - don't you reckon that Rose looks like
something Dali would do? "
" yeah man I was thinking that before, it looks surreal as a melted wall clock " I said
" I like the colours on the Rosen Bridge lettering" Ray said
" Yeah same, purple and pink contrasts superbly " I said
" what's the sound? Can you hear that? Ray said
I listened and sure enough it was the same sound from before, that low humming.
" it sounds like something humming back there, almost like machinery, like a microwave or
something," said Ray
" That would be pretty hilarious if we found a microwave in here, just a quick stop for hobos to
warm up their meat pies" I said
Ray laughed.

The sound of the rain was getting louder. The thunderheads were launching their assault
against the mansion; proverbial cats and dogs began to fall from the sky.
" fuck it's pissing down out there" Ray said
A loud crack of thunder boomed directly above us. The Mansion shook, and debris fell from
the ceiling.
" fuck that was loud "
Lighting flashed the skies radiating the whole room for a split second.
I walked out the Dirt Harry Door and looked out the window, which was really just an opening
in the concrete; outside I could see the trees swaying violently in the wind - it was really picking
up out there. Water was starting to drip in through the ceiling - the place with do doors was
leaking.

Thunder and lightning continued to assault the house like tough guys assaulting cops too
afraid to press charges.
We stood in that room listening to the weather; that faint hum could be heard between the
gaps of the thunder it came more frequently.
Then the room flashed white, and we entered though the Twilight Zones Scary Door.
The thunder cracked and room flashed white, but this time the white flash stayed there frozen,
like electros suspended in time.
The white was jittery as if someone had decided to switch on a strobe light and throw a party.
Tt was an eerie sight you had to of been there to really get a feel for what I'm describing.
Something above the roof was making a sparking sound and that low hum we heard before
was getting louder.
The Crimson Rose on the Wall was starting to come alive. I looked at Ray, and he didn't know
what to think neither did I, we just stared at that Rose as the humming got louder, and I could
see the Rose begin to shine a strange yellow light. The yellow hue moved through it gradually
like water was filling in the gaps it oozed through the black circle that had showed the modern
room, and it started to get bigger it was coming right of the freaking wall.
" what the shit man!? You seeing this? I said frantically.
" yeah man, what the fuck! its coming out of the wall! " said Ray
" This lightning is fucked up, why's it doing that? " I said
The Crimson Rose got bigger, as the humming sound got louder.
I stared at Einstein, through this frozen lightning, and I could swear his expression had
changed it went from conviction to one of menace; he looked like he was grinning at us. daring
us on. like he knew something we didn't.
Just then the frozen strobe lighting went out in an instant, the room now being lit up by a
great yellow and red glowing rose.
I stared at it, and I could see things moving in the center - the cabinet and coffee table, that
were blurred before, were now coming into focus. slowly the scene was becoming more real;
the room was slightly expanding revealing more of that modern place
The hum was now a deafening roar. The glowing yellow and red rose was starting to whirl,
slowly spinning as if starting up
I looked at Ray, and he looked at me then we looked at the rose, and it quickly expanded off

the wall and shot straight through us. Feeling like we had just stepped through and into the
Rose painting.
It felt like we stepped backwards through time.

5.
When I came to, I found myself laying on wooden floorboards. I had a splitting headache and
felt slightly depressed for some reason.
I saw Ray there laying on the floorboards. He too looked gloomy.
" Bro did that shit just happen, or am I just really high on paint fumes? "I said
I looked around this modern furnished room, graffiti and rubble were nowhere in sight,
everything had a flat unreal feel to it there was a deep unnatural silence to this strange yet
familiar place.
Ray turned his head at me, looking like he was about to throw up.
" I don't know what the fuck happened man...shit where are we?"
I slowly got up and looked around this unreal place we found ourselves in. This place had a
strangely familiar furnished feeling.
I saw a wooden cabinet and jarrah coffee table right next to where Ray was lying.
" holy shit bro" I said
" Think we're in the wall"
" what? In the wall? what the hell does that even mean? "
" I mean we're in the middle of the Rose piece "

Ray got up and took in the clean furnished surroundings

" holy fuck you're right man, how in the....... ? "
" I don't know, but some weird strange shit happened in that room back there, hey were is it? "
I said

I looked out and saw no entrance to the mansion. No way back to where we came from. There
was nothing there but a clean wooden wall.
I walked further and checked out the house. It was large and modern. There were indoor
plants with pebbles in vases near the main red leather couch. There was no TV I saw just and
old classic radio. A fireplace was crackling in the corner. I walked out the living room, and past
the kitchen until I saw a large-screen door, I looked outside and saw sunny blue skies with
fluffs of clouds floating idly by, completely indifferent of worldly affairs.
" what the hell man you seeing this shit? It's fucking sunny, where did the rain go? "
Ray got up slowly and saw the blue skies.
" holy shit where are we man? You see those cows, there's fucking cattle out there. It looks
like we're on a farm. This is just too unreal to believe I need to sit down, or I'm going to hurl."
Ray went and sat on the couch. The leather creaked, it sound like he let one off.
I stood there staring out that window, I could see large green meadows bordered with fences,
cow's were grazing, every now and then I could hear them mooing.
" alright man, alright, don't panic, let's just remember some things from that room " I said
" What things? what you mean? " Ray said
" I mean there were clues all around that place, didn't you see the Einstein character pointing
at the rose. The tag.... what did the tag say again, the one in pink?
" hmmm ah, that's right, it said Rosen peak, no that's not it....Rosenbloom? No-no something
running under, running under a.... Bridge, ROSEN BRIDGE! Ray said
" that's it bro! Rosen Bridge. what the hell is that? " I said
" have no idea let's asked Professor Google, he should know " Ray said.
He got out his galaxy s3 and thumbed on Google, it wouldn't load he got the message.
" no Internet reception "
" it's saying there's no reception man. fuck! This thing is a network Internet, it never switches
off- what the shit? "
" that is weird " I said
" hmmm Rosen Bridge...you know I've heard of that before, I just can't remember from where. I
said
It reminds me of physics, some kind of quantum theory terminology? I said

" Hang on! " said Ray as he got up off the couch and looked at me
" I've heard of it as well. It's from that movie Event Horizon. You know the one where Sam Neill
is a zombie in space or something "
" Oh yeah you're right! They're talking about time travel, and the professor guy was mentioning
wormholes and....."
" .......and they were calling them: Rosen Bridges," Said Ray ominously.
" SHIT! you reckon we just had an experience with some kind of makeshift wormhole ? " I said
" I don't know, but we could of man. I mean look where the fuck we are" said Ray
We looked around the room, then looked back at each other. We broke out into a fit of air
guitar singing notes
we said at the same time:
" Most excellent dude!! Der der der da da da ling! "
Laughing I said " way to Bill and Ted the fuck out of this, High Five!
" Right on man! * slap of hands * You reckon we got beamed back in time? " said Ray
" I think that's exactly what's happened look at this fucking house it's like we landed in the 50s
or something; they don't even have a TV!"
Just then the front door opened and a man walked in saying, " Honey I'm home...Honey?
Where are you? I got some great news "
We sat there frozen listening to the man.

Another door opened and in rushed a pretty girl, rather tall, with a full figure she was dressed in
animal fur what looked like use to be a walrus.
" I don't care for your ghastly cattle. We should make rugs out of all of them "
" now dear I told you that's not going to happen, we need those cows "
" what's this great news you speak of " ?

The voices were getting closer.

" I will show you it's in the living room "
We sat there waiting to get found there was no use in hiding.
" its great you're gonna love this its.....what in the blazers? who are you two?! " Shouted the
man in alarm.
" look mister we mean you no harm "
" you break into my house. What do you want? "
" not exactly, it's kind of hard to explain "
The man was dressed in 1950's clothing: He was tall; his face was intelligent, he looked at us
incredulously.
" what kind of animal furs are they? They look ridiculous " said the lady in the walrus skins
" these aren't animal furs lady were...not from around here" I said
" ah ye must be yanks or something right? You smell like yanks " said the lady unpleasantly
" well no girly, were Australians just like you, we..... we came through the wall" I said
I looked at Ray, he just shrugged.

" what the deuce are you saying? You came from the wall? " said the man
" Yes you see we were in this abandoned house and there was a mural of Einstein, there was
a picture of a Rose a, Rosen Bridge and....."

" wait! ...did you say a Rosen Bridge? " said the man comprehension glittered in his eyes
" yes a Rosen Bridge. There was an electric storm, things got weird; we heard a loud humming
sound then this red yellow rose painting got bigger and next thing we know we're sprawled out
onto your wooden floor "
" hmmm, now that is interesting, interesting....... Honey go make our guests some coffee will
you, chop chop" said the man

The animal skin wearing lady left to make coffee.

"Listen boys I'm something of a physicist myself. I'm no Einstein or anything, more like a huge
admirer of his work. So if what you boys are saying is true, that you've tumbled through an
actual Einstein Rosen Bridge; that is it say a dimensional shortcut through spacetime, then what
year are you boys from? "
" Were from the year 2014," said Ray
" Blimey! that's a lot of digits! So you boys claim to be from the future right. OK prove it, show
me something futuristic"
I pulled out my smart phone and waved it in front of the man dressed in 1950's clothing.
" here is this proof enough " I said
The man grabbed the smart phone and marveled
" oh wow, this is........ something " he said in an almost whisper
He picked it up, apprehensively, his fingers touching the screen and lit up, his eyes ignited in
amazement and fear.
he threw the galaxy s4 back to me, luckily I cached it.
" inconceivable tech, just incredible! There's no other way you could have got your hands-on
something like that unless you were..."
" Unless we were actually aliens! who escaped from Roswell! Marvel at our tech puny human! "
said Ray jokingly
" Roswell? that just happened a few months ago, its was huge on the news and
everything....Hey! you could be those aliens! "
The man got up and raised his hands to us threateningly
" what? no we're not aliens. geeezz, were from the future" I said
" right I don't know what to believe" said the man fists still raised.
he lowered his fist as if convinced we weren't the space aliens from the planet x
" What are your names? " the man said
" I'm Bill and he's Ted" Ray said pointing at me
" Right Ted what exactly is the name and function of that device? does it beam you to your star
ship? The man said

"err no not exactly, it's called a smart phone, actually this one is called Galaxy s 4 and its a
phone-mixed with a laptop, you do practically anything on it, even ring people.
" its called a Galaxy s 4 "? said the man
" Thats right " I said
" and you're not aliens ? "
" No we're not aliens were from the future. Earth."
" ok now what is this...laptop you speak of? " said the man
" that's a PC a personalized computer. Smaller than a desktop one, more portable, more
convenient" I said.
" Oh I see...," said the man, not seeing at all

" 2014 is the digital age, the age of information " I said picking up my Galaxy
" On this I could look up anything I wanted using the Internet "
" The Internet? You use a net to look up things? I don't quite follow' said the man.
" no,no,no its on the computer, it's like - a massive online information highway "
" yeah good for looking up tits and ass," said Ray cheerily as he took another swig
" yes, yes, you can look up ridicules amounts of naked ladies on it; the Internet has its good
sides and it's bad"
" yeah you can make home-made bombs off it and buy anything you want from it, not mention
chicks use it to take selfies " said Ray
"selfies? asked the man
" yeah pictures of yourself up close, it's great when your girl sends you selfies when she's in
the mood" said Ray
" you can do all that too. I mainly use it for research; it's an excellent way to find out about
things" I said

" can your alien device connect to this....internet now ? " said the man
" well no, mainly cause the internet is still just being used in the military helping out spies " I
said
" Now that is interesting, helping spies you say? "
The man from the 1950's glanced at the Galaxy, stretching out his hand

" Can I have that gadget Ted? " said the man
" Most definitely not dude, that's mine there expensive were from" I said

"That's a shame I could make bloody billions with a device like that, I don't know why I'm telling
you boys this, but I'm kind of in a financial pickle, you see my business has recently gone
under, I just got back from filing bankruptcy, the wife doesn't know yet, bless her, I don't want
her to know, there's a HUGE tax pile up on this place, apparently being the only mansion with
no neighbors comes at a really steep tax price, damn taxman! " said the man
" I'm sorry to hear that man, that sucks its a nice place as well " Ray said
" I don't know what to do, I can't let my wife know about it, that would ruin me."
Then, without warning, Ray stood up in a jolt; inspiration zapped his brain like lightning.
He had that peculiar feeling that this has been done before, the Abandoned Mansion, the
strange room, doing his best Kaos piece, and he was only faintly now becoming aware of it.
Either that, or he just remembers the rumors about the tax evasion: he totally gave new
meaning to the timeless paradox chicken or the egg.

" why don't you and your lovely wife pack up your bags and leave for Mexico ? Leaving the tax
man in the dust. The government would never find you in Mexico " said Ray
The man stared at Ray with a look of intrigue.
" You know what that's a bloody brilliant idea! yes! I could just leave this whole place to the
dogs. They can't file me for tax if they cannot find me! "

futuristic alien boy

He looked at Ray and stuck out his hand. Ray shook it with a firm grip.
" Thank you Futuristic alien boy, that's the best solution to this problem I've ever heard. Screw
the government and their tax. We're just going to abandon the whole shebang!"
If there's anything I can do for you boys just let me know.
" there's one thing you can do for me; screw your coffee, I'm dying for a beer! "

6.
It never occurred to us at the time that our interactions with the man from 1950's modern
version of the Mansion created all sorts of Paradoxes. Who knew what came first. Ray hearing
about the rumors of the tax evasion, or Ray telling the man to leave the taxman in the dust and
fly to Mexico. It really was a puzzler no matter how you looked at it, from every angle it seemed
to lean closer and nearer to madness. I tried not to think about it; I don't think Ray did, I never
asked him about is since.
" Right so boys what's it like living in 2014? "
" there's a hole in the ozone layer, and we got a black guy as a president, well America does "
said Ray
" you don't say? That's amazing! What else is new? "
" lots of things too many things to mention" I said
" Yeah and we got the same beers as you do now, fark this Emu Bitter is a little ripper!" said
Ray as he took a long skull of his fresh 1950 Emu Bitter, the bottles were unchanged.
"Civilization hasn't changed all that much in 60 years, just our technology has, main thing being
the internet"
"it really all does seem quite fascinating, from what I can make sense of it, which isn't very
much" the man said
" how are you boys planning on getting back to the year 2014? "
" we have no idea. We've been pulled randomly into the past for what seems like no reason at
all "

" I'm sure there's a reason. Everything has a reason, " said the man
" my nihilistic views beg to differ " I said
" You don't believe everything happens for a reason? " said the man
" no I don't, I think shit just happens to good people and we have to make the best of it " I said
"I see, well, look I tell you what boys why I'm having financial troubles it's not because my
business went under - that's part of it the main thing is my lab that I've built from the ground up. My make-shift underground physics
lab. would you boys like to see it? Maybe I can figure out a way to get you two home "
"Sounds like a plan Doc! sure! where is it? Said Ray
" Doc? I like the ring to that" said that man
" Just like in back to the future! You know the one, great movie!"
" Back to the what? never heard of it " said the man
" Oh right bummer, it's the 50s" Ray slapped his forehead
"that movie doesn't come out until the 80's, shit, it's a lot like this, except were trying to get
back to the past? Or Trying to get back to the present? Who knows! My head hurts! Hey this
beer is great! " said Ray drunkenly
" Right boys I'm going to tell my wife to go out and get some errands done, that way we can
have the house to ourselves. You know secret men's business " says Doc
We watched Doc leave to go speak with his wife.

" I got a good feeling about this Bill. Think we're going home! This has been a most
outrageous adventure hombre! " I said
" Dude! You said it Ted! Out of this fucking timeline bro! " said Ray
We broke out into invisible guitars again - I was playing, think it was smoke on the water.
Doc came back as his wife left, slamming the front door behind her.
" she seems pissed man, what you say to her? "
" Nothing really, just she hates it when I take charge and wear the pants - she thinks she can
tell me what to do and get away with what she wants - I tell her I'm the one with the balls you
listen to me!"

" right on" I said clapping in admiration

" Yeah you got to have a stern hand with your woman, otherwise she'll run away with some
other chump, " Said Ray
" True you seem to know your stuff" said Doc
" Any way Bill, Ted, follow me to my underground lab, and we'll see what we can do to get you
boy's home! "

7.
Doc showed us the way to his underground lab, walking down strange, yet familiar narrow
stairs they were the very same stairs that were half demolished and vandalized with paint in
our past, more accurately speaking the future, shit who would of thought all these hijinks
through time could be so confuzzling.
Treading down the familiar stairway, spun cobwebs were dangling from rafters above; small
light fixtures in the sloped ceiling burned softly making our shadows dance upon the spotless
walls. When we arrived at the doorway to the lab we found ourselves standing in pitch black.
Just as I reached for my Galaxy, I heard a clicking sound and fluorescent lights above us slowly
flickered into life revealing a huge green underground laboratory. Inside the lab there were all
kinds of experimental instruments: large test tubes and bubbling beakers were sitting on a
steel table. They were of different shapes and sizes. A large Bunsen burner was bolted to a
chrome metal desk. A large slab of brick wall, about two meters high, stood out in the middle of
the room. It seemed unnatural, it had an almost etheric feel to to it. Thick cables connected it to
the running machinery covered in knobs, levers and dials, none of it was digital - computers,
like pathways to success; were still under construction because in this time - everything was
analogue.
The machinery was making a sound like a microwave in action
As we walked pass the different sized test tubes and beakers our reflections danced in the
twisted glass like something from an illusion of mirrors; something from Mr Burn's crazy lab.
" holy shit, now that's a wall! " said Ray
We went over and expected the bizarre slab of bricks
In the center of this strange structure face bricks cut and swirled, spiraling mortar into a
makeshift entrance of sorts, like someone had used a diamond drill. There was a faint yellow
glowing coming from the core of the mortar cave it was easily big enough to step into.

" Ahhh yes it is a wall, A wall indeed! Except it's not really all brick and mortar you see that's
only part of it " Doc explained
his voice drowning out, as my swirling thoughts came to the surface.
Staring at this random thing in the middle of some guy's lab, tumbling into the 1950's through
the Rosen Bridge disguised as a painting was getting hard to take in; shit for all I know none of
this is happening and whatever did happened back in our time, I could be seriously comatose,
lying there in that abandoned colourful mansion, this is all just a strange dream I'm having.
Could I just be making this all up? What if I was slowly dying and this was just my mind's way of
making sense of it all? What if going through that brick and mortar Rosen Bridge, was actually
stepping off another bridge, the one that hovered over Owl Creek, neck noosed and all?
These kind of crazy thoughts harnessed my brain until I snapped out of it by telling myself that
this place seemed too real for those spurious theories to hold any water, shaking my head
erased those speculations of this being a near death coma dream like a perfectionist child with
an etco sketch.
" And apart from that it is boys, your ticket home, well, it will be once I set the right coordinates"
" are you saying this is a time machine ? " Said Ray
" not a time machine, no, it's more of a rather unstable portal, a Rosen Bridge if you will. A
fundamental tunneled shortcut through spacetime " Said Doc
" You built this yourself ? " I asked
" not exactly, you see, this area, this region, has high electromagnetic readings, that's the
reason why I built a mansion here. The farm was just a cover, my wife doesn't know about any
of this if she did she would wear me as her next coat. Strange things have been documented
with places with high electromagnetic readings my fascination with tinkering with Einstein
Rosen Bridges began when one day when me and a buddy of mine were driving along a
backwater highway, it was a sunny day and there was no one in sight, we came across this
automobile, I had never seen anything quite like it except in movies, It was what you could call
modern, more closer to the ground more compacted than the cars we have today. It was blue
and it was driving at a crawl we pulled up against it and saw that its number plates said " 1999"
amazed we tried waving at the person inside, they had their windows down but we could see
them. It was a woman and a child the woman had panic on her face she looked at us as if for
help, we signaled for her to pull over, we drove in front and parked on the side of the highway
then we waited for that modern car to pull over but when we looked back it was gone. it had
just vanished into air!
" holy shit it was a ghost car " said Ray
" yes the thought of it being an fleeting apparition did cross our minds, but how could it of been
a caspa's driving instructor if it was nearly fifty years in the future? " said Doc
"hmmm future ghosts? Nah you have a good point" said Ray
" No I think this person was a traveler unstuck in time. I knew Einstein's theories were on to
something real, it's not just the ideas that make interesting science fiction stories"
" so you reckon that lady in that car has been traveling in and out of time at random? " I said
" Possibly, who knows, she may of got caught up in a time experiment and was blasted into sub

space that is, the space between spaces"

" oh that makes sense" said Ray sarcastically Ray leaned over and pretended to be lowering
something heavy
" I got a bit of a brown thumb!" Ray says in a strained voice.
Doc didn't get the joke. But I did.
I held out my palm to Ray, laughing
" that was a most excellent timed reference about a most horribly made movie dude!" I said in
my best Ted voice
" Hi five my bodacious bro!" I said as Ted
Doc looked at at the boys speaking with impatience in his voice
" If you two larikens are done with your futuristic movie references, I would like to get back to
the matters at hand, now "
" all right doc our bad" said Ray
" right, then, I have often pondered if this region, this location is one of the many areas in the
southern hemisphere that links with the Bermuda Triangle"
" The Bermuda Triangle? " I said
" yes the place where ships and planes go missing"
" I know what it is, just how can that relate to this? " I said
" I have long theorized that this wormhole is made of the same quantum energy as the portals
in the Bermuda Triangle, it's as if its tied into the same network, Bermuda being a sort of time
travel hub "

I looked at the slab of bricks, it appeared to have a soft yellow light pulsing like a heartbeat
" How do you know if this thing is even safe, it looks about as stable as a dark eyed doll face
who calls herself crazy, have you ever tested it? "
" Ahh yes it's the dark eyed broads you got to watch out for and , well no, not exactly. I did, put
a few cats and dogs through none of them ever returned and I hadn't got the nerve to try it
myself " said the Doc
" well we have been through a Rosen Bridge Portal, it was a rough ride, though we came
through ok " Said Ray
" yes you boys HAVE been through a Rosen Bridge then that gives me hope that this portal

should be able to get you back home "

The Ray said
" So as soon as we leave you and your wife are going to pack your things and head for Mexico
right ? "
" oh most definitely we are! I can't thank you enough for that amazing solution to this most
pressing problem "
" no worries mate " said Ray
" no worries ? " said Doc
" yeah it means, that's alright it's all good, it's aussie slang ay "
" right...Think I will use that, might even start a trend " Doc said
Doc walked to one of the humming machines, we followed, and I could see analogue changing
number slots.
" right so you boys are from 2014 right? "
Doc lifted the lever and the numbers flapped in a blur until it was 4 digits
" ok here we are 2014. Wow four digits is impressive " Said Doc
" ok all set "
Doc pressed a green button that said: FUTURE GO!
The humming sound started to get louder and the bright yellow light splashed out of the brick
cave, we walked up to the Rosen Bridge and started; The yellow was swirling it looked like the
inside of a rose.
" Wait! when we go through this thing are we going to remember this happening " yelled Ray
" you may or may not remember any of this ever occurring, It's hard to say" said Doc
" Oh that's great, now I feel much better " said Ray
The humming got louder and louder until it was a deafening roar, the yellow light was now
outside of the brick wall looking like a huge yellow glowing rose in the middle of the hole I

could see movement , the things in there were blurry

" Ok you boys ready!" shouted the man
I looked at the Rosen Bridge, I admit it I was scared, for all I know we could end up at the
bottom of the sea at the Bermuda Triangle struggling for the surface miles above. I shook this
thought away, ignoring the voice of fear, while I listened to the voice of bravery
I looked at Ray, who looked like he was thinking the same, he nodded his head.
" YES WE'RE READY! "
then Ray yelled over the roar " HAVE FUN IN MEXICO SAY HI TO YOUR WIFE FOR ME !"
and leaped into the yellow glowing mortar wormhole, vanishing from space time.
" ADIOS! " I said
While saluting Doc
I Leaped through the portal, leaving this furnished version of the mansion behind
and everything flashed into white.

1.
Under overcast skies, we headed off in Ray's white Mitsubishi Pajero, 1080 6IX was on, the
good ol Goldie oldie station, Huey Lewis and the News was blaring out the speakers the song
playing was: Back in Time.
Drumming my hands on the dashboard to the classic beat while thinking about the
misadventures of Marty Mcfly, I took a swig of my king brown that was wrapped in a paper bag,
I looked at the clock 5:30 pm loomed out in orange, I had my elbow out the window and I could
feel the air rush by as I looked up and viewed large fluffy thunderheads gathered on the
horizon; could see the rain anticipating freedom. As I was looking out at the passing green, a
strong fleeting feeling of similarity swept over me, I felt like a blur shifting into focus. I shook
the strange sensation away then took another swig of my kinga.
It went down a treat.

THE END.