London 1917 It was three days after this first meeting with my great great grandparents and Keanu Reeves (before he was a famous actor) that great great grandma Esther met with a sudden, unexpected accident.

The funny thing was, that all this time, since I'd arrived in 1917, been surrounded at the market by people curious about my strange appearance and 21th century footwear, rescued by g.g.grandmpa Morris,

In case some or all of this series has passed you by, here's your chance to catch up on any parts you might have missed. Links below. Briefly, the story so far.... I am writing this story on a Timephone

Just before my great great grandpa (and also by some bizarre twist of fate, my son) Morris opened the door to his house, he leaned close to me and said in a low voice, 'Listen. My wife, your great great

I'm writing this on my Timephone from the year 2047. I'm snowed into a bunker hidden in the forest. I think it's about October, but I'm not quite sure. I've kind of lost track of time. I'd imagine that

Standing there by the broken gate opening to a small untidy yard with a narrow path of mud leading to the back of a crumbling brick terraced tenemant on a damp and foggy Autumn evening in East London in

Ok, I'm going to have to warn you - you're probably going to find the next part of this story confusing, unbelievable, impossible. That can't be helped. I'm just telling it to you as it happened to me.

(This story is being written on a Timephone. I am stranded in the year 2040 and on the run from bad people. I hope to be able to tell as much of my story as I can before they catch me, which they certainly

Ok, I'm going to have to warn you - you're probably going to find the next part of this story confusing, unbelievable, impossible. That can't be helped. I'm just telling it to you as it happened to me.

I've been on the run this past two weeks. That's why you haven't heard from me. I couldn't use the Timephone because they would have picked up on the signal - besides which, I've been lying low in dark

5 It was a really stupid argument about a toilet seat that caused me to begin my Time travelling adventures. It might sound funny to you, but it got way out of hand. I tell you, if I could turn back the

555 It was a really stupid argument about a toilet seat that caused me to begin my Time travelling adventures. It might sound funny to you, but it got way out of hand. I tell you, if I could turn back

4 You would have thought that as soon as I discovered the Time Machine (or Interdimentional Portal (IP*) as it is more properly called) I would have dived right in. As it happened, I was so shocked, shaken