#TimeTravelingGhost Part 24: Episode 2: 1937: The Hindenburg Part J
#Wss366 #TimeTravelAuthors 29. Masks (literal or figurative).
“So, are you going to help me? Getting those papers to the right people is important. We can’t let the Nazis get mind-reading first. I wish I’d handed my papers off in Germany,” Emily said, staring unseeing out the observation window.
I looked out at the clean blue ocean instead of answering. We were high enough that I couldn’t see whitecaps, and ships were dots. There was no land visible, and there wouldn’t be any until we got to New Jersey.
“Let’s sit,” I said. “I need to think.”
We walked back to our table, and I flagged the steward down. I ordered a whiskey sour and drank it and studied the #art on the walls while thinking. Emily sat across from me, drumming her fingers in eerily soundless impatience.
“Yes, I’ll help,” I said, putting down the empty glass—the cherry at the bottom staring up at me—“but realistically, there is only so much I can do.”
She nodded, but her wrinkled brow delivered a mixed message.
“I know people survived,” I said, getting to business. “Where were you during the explosion?”
Emily grew pale, and her lip trembled. “It’s hazy. I remember the fire and screaming in agony. It was awful.”
“Sorry for making you remember this stuff,” I said. “Unfortunately, I have to know.”
“It’s alright. I’m asking for your help. But I don’t remember where I was.”
I didn’t beat around the bush. No matter how I said this, she wouldn’t like it, so I jerked the band-aid off with one motion. “I don’t think I can save her.”
“You said you’d help!”
“Listen. Provided I convince Ms. Pang and she convinces the captain—both unlikely—where would Ms. Pang get off? I hate to be blunt. You wore the mask of a journalist, but as a spy, you knew the risks.”
Emily stiffened at my statement.