Proof (Superhero Black Hole, part 43)

I reached out my hand and gestured for her to do likewise.

She eyed me and my hand suspiciously. Obviously, she had spent a long time thinking that she was the only one of her kind.
Our roles had now reversed.
But, eventually, she reached out and grasped my hand.

“To make this work, you need to keep your mind neutral. Concentrate, but don’t think of anything specific. Let me do the transporting and whatnot,” I explained.

“Fair enough.”

I closed my eyes. I thought of a place she might appreciate, felt the process (if there was/is one – I’m still not entirely sure how it works), and when I opened my eyes, we were there.

A sunny day in 1985, outside a cinema in New York.

She opened her eyes, momentarily stunned to find that I had actually done it.

She looked up to see the title of the blockbuster movie playing that day:
Back To The Future.

She turned to me with a sarcastic grin spread across her face.

“OK, you made your point. Let’s go back.”

“To the future?”

“You know it; now do it!”

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