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It didn’t help Grandpa was not in the best shape either.
    All the while a war was being wagged around us. I saw several men fall, on both sides, only once did a soldier take notice of us but he was killed right afterwards by on coming gunfire.
    I never want to come back here again.
    Kip was behind us, he grabbed me and tossed me several feet away. He was still bloody from all the shots he took but he was dead set on Grandpa an bashed his head off the time machine’s door!
    I think I swore or yelled something. Cause all I saw was red and the next second Kip and I are struggling on the Time Machine controls. My head ached, and I had cuts all down my arms. The Machine bleeped to life and the next second we’re flying through the sky. Gravity working against me.
    I think I blacked out.
    The sky was so cool and tasted like iron. Grandpa pulled me back into the machine and hugged me. Kip screamed as he plummeted past us. Grandpa’s hands were all bloody and bruised. “You alright?” he called over the rushing wind.
    Feeling the weightlessness of falling all I could do was cry in fear, I mean who wouldn’t?
    The timer on the controls clicked and we reappeared on the battle field. “That explains Peru.” Grandpa laughed. He just laughed and laughed and laughed. He was sore and in pain but he just kept laughing.
    Cannons sounded around us, as Confederate soldiers charged form the trees roaring into battle. The Union fired back but were close to overwhelmed. “Oh. I forgot to fix that.” Grandpa yelped.
    WE WERE IN THE MIDDLE OF PICKETT’S CHARGE!!!
    Bullets were practically puncturing through the walls of the Time Machine!
    We both ducked down and got to work as death exploded around us. I held whatever Grandpa handed me and he just started ripping wires. Sparks flew as something dented the console
    “Got it!” Grandpa announced proudly as the Time Machine flashed and the world reappeared sideways, making us tumble out onto the field.
    When Grandpa stood from disorientation that’s when his face went white as a sheet and flopped on the ground.
    Smoke filled the field as the last shots of battle sounded. I didn’t care. I pulled him to safety and the Doctor’s tended to him.
    There’s something wet on my cheeks.
    Am I crying?
                 
     
     
     
     
     
    Edo Period Day 1
     
    Hanako. Yukio.
    Yukio doesn’t like me.
    The moment Grandpa and I set foot on his temple grounds, he scoffed at me for allowing Grandpa to bleed all over the path.
    Hanako, (she helped me spell her Father and her names for me) his daughter, stood at his side as he ate from his bowl of rice. “Bring him here.” He commanded.
    Grandpa groaned but still managed to wave at Yukio. “Long time.”
    “It has.”
    After setting him inside he practically ordered Hanako to kick me out!
    When Grandpa awoke, he held a switch under the dashboard and the Time machine popped into a rice field at the bottle of the hill. Several workers screamed at our sudden appearance and ran. They were shouting in another language.
    “Welcome to the simpler time of the Edo Period in Japan.” Grandpa coughed, directing me up a dusty path. “I have a friend who owes me one.” Was all he said.
    Had I known it would lead here I would have never come.
    I sat outside the temple longer than I cared to count until Hanako returned to fetch me. She hasn’t said a word to me once. Instead she directed me to help clean the temple wooden floors, especially where dirt and blood was dripped all over by Grandpa and I.
    It must have took me hours to finish and yet Hanako had finished her side of the Temple, swept all the paths around the grounds, polished the shrine itself, and somehow cook a meal for all of us.
    It was then I was brought before Yukio. His meal was in front of him and he scowled at me. He must have been doing this for some time before I realized he wanted me on the cushion across from him. Just as I got on my knees he spoke to me in perfect