MARCH 21, 2016

So yeah, that guy I mentioned in yesterday's entry, you may gather from the fact that I am mentioning him again now that I had a bit of a run in with him today. Things just seem to keep on getting better and better and just in case you cannot tell, I am being kinda sarcastic.

That afore mentioned guy was just sitting out on a street bench and yeah, he was staring right at me when I noticed him, so these comings together, if we can call it that, are not by chance, not entirely. I thought I'd keep things nice and calm, introduce myself ... that kind of thing, so when I got close to him, I inquired as to if we knew each other. He stood and looked me in the eye.

'You killed him' he said to me, and he said this as calmly as you like. He spoke so calmly I had to question what he had spoken.

'Excuse me?' is what I said, an instance of rebuttal coming more out of shock, I had not expected to hear what he spoke.

'You killed him' he said.

'I am sorry, you must be confused.'

'I was there, I saw what you did. Four years old, I was only four years old when you ended my father's life.'

Oh crap. How does one respond to something like this? The next few seconds were awkward to say the least, though what happened after those few seconds surprised me. I did not need to respond to the last few words that had been spoken to me for this stranger, the apparent son of Alvin Morris, simply began to move away. I was left standing where I stood, lost for what I should do or say.

He walked away, just left me standing, gobsmacked. There was no looking back though the moment had a feel that suggested that this was enough for now, anything else which may occur between us will wait for another time. Things have got quite unnerving, if it weren't real before, it is now.

What I did do is try to do some research if research is a word I can use here. I was able to discover that Alvin Morris, the man I apparently kill in the past, indeed had a son, or should I say he has a son. Patrick Morris is the name of the son of Alvin Morris. Guess what? Patrick was four years old at the time of Alvin's murder.

You can see why I said earlier that things just keep getting better and better. Right so, forget the past for a moment. I am not there yet. For now, I may as well do my best not to worry about that until I have to. Right now, I am here in the present. If anything, what is this guy Patrick going to do? Is he going to attempt some kind of retaliation? What kind of harm is he gonna cause me?

Well, he can't hurt me here in the present, can he? I have previously and briefly mentioned such a thing as a paradox. If he, as in this Patrick person, goes so far as to do something like kill me here in 2016 then there will be one heck of a paradox, right? Providing he is successful if he does make such an attempt on my life, then there would indeed be one heck of a paradox.

If he attacks and kills me in the near future, then I do not go back in time and kill his father so therefore there is no reason for him to kill me at all, so it is safe to say that my life is safe for the time being. I have no need to look over my shoulder, do I?

Again, why is this confrontation only coming about now? This guy Patrick is older than me. Why have we not met before now? Surely with all that is, we would have met or should have met before now. Maybe we have met before, and I just don't remember such a meeting as for if nothing unusual happened in such a meeting then there would have been no reason for it to stand out. This is all so surreal.

There is another odd possibility here. Is this fellow the reason why I attack his father? Think about it. Is he going to cause me such distress that when I do arrive in the past, I then go about seeking something against his father for what he may do here? A bit of an egg and chicken thing in that but as with so much, I don't know much. This is just speculation. How and ever ...

For now, all I can do is go about my life as normally as possible though that is definitely easier said than done. 'Normal' now that may be such a thing I may never get to see or have again. Crazy is now my Normal.

MARCH 24, 2016

Right, maybe it is time to panic somewhat? I hope not. I really hope I am just over-reacting here. Out and about today I saw that guy again. Patrick Morris. He was standing right by that bench where I had seen him before on more than one occasion and where he had been just three days ago, the time of our brief confrontation. I kept my distance and kept on walking right on by. He just stared at me and continued to do so as I did pass.

I tried not to look back at him, but I could not help myself. I had passed him by when I did look back toward him. He spoke silently to me, meaning that I could not hear his voice though it was clear and obvious as to what he was saying. He simply said 'you're gonna pay'. Retaliation, huh?

Retaliation for something I have yet to do even though it happened twenty years ago. How am I to go on with a thought like that?

Now, I did discuss in the last entry here the possible flaws in the idea of this fellow killing me, for if he does then we have one heck of a paradox. If he kills me then I do not go back in time to kill his father which would mean he would have no reason to kill me in the here and now. This you're gonna pay however doesn't necessarily mean I am gonna pay with my life. He could simply, well maybe not so simply, try to hurt me in some way or another.

Since he, again this Patrick guy, didn't try anything then and there, maybe he has something else up his sleeve. This gives me reason to worry for I have not seen my brother for a while. He has not come home today and it would appear that nobody knows where he currently is.

My brother, Padraig, is sixteen years old and it is he who put me on to all of this. He discovered the old town newspaper articles and as you may remember from previous entries, I thought he was just messing with me. Well, there is no messing around going on right now. Padraig is not answering his phone, not answering calls and not replying to texts. Something is very wrong, and this is so unusual for my bro.

With all that is going on, my brother knows that any silence on his part would severely cause panic so he would not be doing this on purpose. Has this Patrick person done something to my brother? Don't know if what I am about to write is some sort of hint or clue, it may just be silly of me here, but if you translate the name Patrick into Irish then we would have the name Padraig. Why is that even any kind of a connection? I am, of course, Irish, so there is that.

OK, if time travel really is at the center of all this, which it must be, then perhaps this Patrick fellow has worked that much out and could be aware of such a thing and may also be aware of possible paradoxes, if so, has he considered stopping me from killing his father? Is this what angers me to the point I commit murder? Again, I can't really speculate or on thoughts which speculation may bring up. Just go forth and react as things come my way.

Look at me wasting time here. I should be outside somewhere looking for my brother and not writing my thoughts into some stupid diary. Thing is though, I have absolutely no idea of where I should go to search for my little bro, so maybe it is time to panic? ....

Padraig, where the hell are you?