Foxworth Academy by Chris Blewitt

want to though.”
    “Me, too.”
    “So,” she lowered her voice.  “How in the world are we going to stop the Titanic from sinking?”
    “Beats me.  I mean, we can just tell someone to change course, can’t we?”
    “No.  Remember that warning?  We can’t tell anyone who we are or where we came from.”
    “Right, but we could still tell someone something.”
    “Brett, they’re not going to believe two kids who just walk up to them and say, ‘Hey, I think you should change course because there might be an iceberg out there.’”
    He lay down on his bed and sighed.
    “Sorry,” she said.
    “No, no, you’re right.  If we can’t tell anyone, we gotta figure out another way.”  An awkward silence followed.  “Well, we have some time.  I mean, today when we were there, it was April 10 th .  Mr. Martin said that the ship hit the iceberg on April 14 th .  That gives us four days before it sinks and it might take weeks before we get that far..”
    “Brett,” his bedroom door swung open.  “Do you want any ice-cream?”
    Brett put the phone to his chest and in a hushed voice said, “Reilly, I’m on the phone!”
    “Oh, sorry,” his sister laughed.  She closed the door.
    How embarrassing.  He brought the phone back to his ear and said, “Sorry ‘bout that.”
    “No problem,” she said.  “So, in four days the Titanic sinks.”
    “That’s about it,” he said.
    “Well, let’s think on this.  I don’t wanna just go roaming around the ship when class starts tomorrow.  That’s assuming we get on.  Hmm, didn’t think about that.  What if we have to stop the ship from even leaving?”
    “There’s no way that will happen.  Mr. Martin will put us on that ship.”
    “You’re probably right.  Well, you have my number now if you think of anything.  I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    “Umm, okay.  See ya, Ally.”
    “Bye Brett.”
    He hung up the phone, wishing the conversation had lasted longer.  Then he remembered the rude interruption by his sister.  “Reilly!” he screamed, getting up from his bed and heading for the door.
    CHAPTER TWELVE
    “ L et’s continue talking a little before we send you back in, Brett and Ally.  Anyone have questions, thoughts, any tidbits of information they’d like to share?”  Mr. Martin was wearing a white golf shirt with black pants and sat in his desk chair.  He leaned back, placing his hands behind his head as he waited for a response from the class.
    One hand immediately shot up from the back of the class.
    “Yes, Mr. Beckam.”
    “Sir, I was thinking last night.  If Brett and Ally do manage to stop the Titanic from hitting that iceberg, which I doubt they will, wouldn’t that change history?”
    “Ahh, Mr. Beckam,” Mr. Martin said while standing up and walking over to the blackboard.  “What a great question and one I’ve been waiting for.  They would indeed change history.  Just think, one of those who died on the boat could’ve grown up to be President or developed a cure for cancer or started World War Three.  Are you all familiar with the expression ‘step on a butterfly today and three years from now a million people will die’?”
    Some students nodded their heads; others had a look of bewilderment.
    “I can’t change history,” Mr. Martin said.
    “But,” Beckam protested.
    “But, I did something else.  Mr. Martin grabbed a piece of chalk and drew lines on the blackboard.  “Anyone ever hear of a parallel universe?”
    No one answered.
    “Without ruining Ms. Shelly Gorum’s physics class, I’ll be brief.  There’s a theory about the possibility of multiverses.  A multiverse is a set of possible multi universes , including ours, that comprise of everything in space, time, matter and energy as we know it.  Inside of these multiverses, one may find a parallel universe, such as the one Brett and Ally traveled to.  So in essence, we will not be changing our history, but may in fact change it in