Time Travel

Perth. Bailey's Motel.

Gaius calls David in Adelaide.

David: Hello.

Gaius: What time is it?

David : Nine thirty.

Gaius: Did I wake you from slumber?

David: No chance of that. You'll be pleased to know Arthur is coming.

Gaius: Good. Did he find my notebook?

David: He did, and he's bringing two knives and a pencil.

Gaius: Excellent.

David: How's everything?

Gaius: We've found a motel. Only seventy three dollars a night. Just about to go and have dinner at the Italian restaurant.

David: Have you found out how to get to Lake Jasper?

Gaius: Not yet, but we're meeting Grace Swan in the morning. She's offered to help us.

David: Wonderful. Why?

Gaius: She has a proposition for Baby Pierre. She works for PICA.

David: Never heard of it.

Gaius: Perth Institute for Contemporary Arts.

David: Arts. A proposition....hmm.

Gaius: It may mean a short delay, but that won't matter since you're not arriving till Thursday.

David: True enough. Burp!

Gaius: I know what you had for dinner!

David: Ha ha. It tasted like carpet.

The call ends on this note of joviality.

Come on, says Elodie. I'm starving. It's been such a long day.

Indeed it has, says Gaius. It's nine thirty in Adelaide.

What is it here? asks Baby Pierre.

Seven, says Elodie.

Woo! says Baby Pierre.

They really did fly backwards.

I'm going to ride my bike round that park, says Baby Pierre. While you guys eat your dinner.

Okay, says Elodie. Just be careful.

Zoom! He's got two and a half hours extra! Back home it's nine thirty. He doesn't need to be careful.