The Time Stations

There were times when the times seemed to slip over each other and merge as though two rail tracks came together in a junction and merged into on for a while before separating, splitting out and moving apart again. These places where the time tracks merged were a bit like railway stations too, with separate events coming together all in the one place from different times and unloading their passengers, sometimes even swapping carriages before moving off again, back to their own time.

People seemed to haunt these time stations too, as railway stations seem haunted by the passengers passing through. It is a place of temporary – and temporal – disturbance where people only pass through, but can never call it home or come to rest there.

Usually, people caught the right time train out of those time stations, back to their own time, back to their own lives. There were some who made mistakes, boarded the wrong time, stood on the wrong platform, saw things that did not belong in their time. Some even became involved in things outside their time, things that they were not supposed to involve themselves in.

That is where we came in, we who staffed these time stations, the temporal junctions. Mostly, we were there to assist, put people back on their own time lines. See them safely on their journey with as little inconvenience and disturbance as possible.

However, there were some who came to these places deliberately, intent on using these junctions of time for their own purposes. Those times we had to step in, make sure that time stayed on track, that all the time journeys went on their way, that there were no derailments, crashes or any other disasters brought about by those who tried to tamper with time.