Lieutenant General Thomas Jonathan Jackson, commander of the second corps of General Robert E. Lee’s Army of Northern Virginia. And I demand to be let go.”
Jase looks like he just made the biggest catch of his life.
“Wait a minute,” you say. “Are you Stonewall Jackson? General Stonewall Jackson?”
“Yes.”
You’re not quite an expert on history here, but you try to remember what happened.
“Isn’t . . . ? Where are we at?” you ask.
“Near the village of Chancellorsville.”
The commanding way the man speaks would be enough to encourage you to take a gun and go into battle.
This is General Stonewall Jackson. The Stonewall Jackson.
You almost ask him for an autograph before realizing something.
“Uh, Jase —hey, uh, come over here for a minute.”
You step away from Jackson and begin to whisper so he can’t hear you.
“Do you know what’s about to happen?” you ask in a soft voice.
“Of course I do! The Battle of Chancellorsville.”
“You can’t change history. What do you think you’re doing?”
Jase laughs. “Exactly what you think I’m doing.”
“And how’d you get that costume?”
“It’s real, and that’s really Stonewall Jackson.”
“Then that means it’s really 1863!”
“Yes, it does,” Jase says. “And I think I’m gonna help General Jackson here.”
Somehow time travel has made Jase’s brain shrink.
“You do know that you can’t rewrite the past,” you tell him. “I mean —I know you’re all into the Confederate flag and all that, but a lot of good things happened when the South lost.”
Jase clearly doesn’t want to listen. He’s caught up in the moment.
You have to make a decision —and fast. The future as you know it might be forever changed.
Why didn’t I study history a little better?
Do you keep the general in your possession for the moment and hope you can figure out a plan to ditch him later? Go here .
Do you force Jase to let Stonewall Jackson go, then make him get back in the time machine with you? Go here .
1990
YOU DECIDE TO KEEP SEARCHING FOR JOHN LUKE.
The song changes to “Pour Some Sugar on Me,” and you see a kid on the dance floor rocking out while his mullet hairstyle rocks with him. You shake your head. You know you had the same style for quite a while.
Wait, maybe I still had the mullet back in 1990!
You scan the crowd of a hundred students dancing and look for someone not dressed up. But John Luke is nowhere to be found. You do see your old gym teacher and the chemistry teacher. You wonder if they’re going to recognize you.
Of course they won’t.
An adult chaperone —possibly someone’s mother —approaches you, and you say you’re a relative of the Robertson boys. The chaperone nods at your explanation but makes it clear she’s going to be keeping a careful watch on you.
Where would John Luke be right now?
You walk the perimeter of the gym, the lights dimmed to add mood to the dance floor. You’re about to make it around the entire floor when you see a figure you haven’t thought of for years.
Samantha Price.
The quiet girl who, you remember, was always nice to everybody but had the great misfortune of dating Rick Hoight her junior and senior years. Until she got dumped.
Like on this very night.
Samantha is still at the dance, but why, you don’t know. You wouldn’t have known back in high school either, but of course you didn’t pay attention to her then. You were young and busy and in love.
Something about seeing Samantha breaks your heart.
You would learn after graduating that Rick broke up with Samantha at prom in favor of some younger girl. Then he’d dump that girl and try to win Samantha back. But she was smart enough to say no.
She’s not with her friends because they’re on the dance floor.
So is Rick. He’s dancing with his new girl for the night.
You realize you have this strange opportunity to do something for her. But what? What could you