Talked About the World of the Future

It's now late in the night. Me and Tara are just spending some time looking at the stars and talking. We got into a conversation about the world of the future.

"Do you remember when we entered the queen crocodile's lair?" I asked Tara "I still wonder what was behind that large stone door at the end of the lair."

"That giant crocodile nearly took your life, but me and Genevieve managed to save you," Tara replied. "But I also wonder what was behind that stone door as well.

The world of the future sure had its secrets, and whatever was behind that stone door in the crocodile queen's lair must have been important.

I continued to look at the stars. "Maybe one day, we should find a way to get back to the world of the future and try and defeat that crocodile queen so we can see what's behind the door."

"I would be up for the challenge, Ricky," Tara replied. "However, I don't know how we would ever take down that enormous crocodile."

"Yeah, we'd probably need some very powerful weapons because the three of us barely did any damage to it," I responded.

It would be nice to go back to the world of the future at some point in time to try and defeat the crocodile queen and see what's behind that stone door, but most importantly, me and Tara have to figure out how we're gonna survive the apocalypse and defeat the demons before we do anything. Even if we find a way to leave this future British Columbia and go back to Willow Creek 1994 or anywhere else, the demons would probably follow us, and they would most likely bring the apocalypse with them. I sure wouldn't want to see the end of Willow Creek, Sulani, or the rest of the world of 1994 that's for sure.

Logbook Entry:

I'm looking at the stars. I'm thinking of the one who plagued me with this prophecy of doom that has turned my life into a nightmare. The immortal who knows and watches...

Logbook Entry:

The god that sits on the throne in the cosmos. The one who calls himself The Keeper of Time. It is he who placed this prophecy of doom upon me. He knows and watches my suffering. An immortal with so much power, why wouldn't he intervene? It's all just amusement to him...

Conversation:

Tara: What's wrong, Ricky? I heard you cursing.

Richard: Nothing, I'm fine, babe. Don't worry about it.

Tara: Are you sure?

Richard: Yeah, I'm good.

Tara: Well, I'm here if you want to talk.