Chapter 8

I'm still conflicting with my thoughts when Travis gently rocks me. "Are you okay? You seem disturbed."

"It would take me at least a week to get my invention fixed, three days if it's not badly damaged. Mind you, it took me eight months to finish it so I'd appreciate it if you didn't touch it or drink or eat anything near it."

"Got it."

"I can't take you back to your universe anytime soon, I would've felt bad, but it's all your fault. In the meantime, I'm sure my parents won't mind you staying here a little longer but we can't keep sharing my bed so you can use this." I take out a small box from one of my drawers and show it to him.

"Thank you, but it's not my birthday, nor is it Christmas," he says.

"It's not a present," I tell him.

"Then what is it?" He asks and I keep it on the floor, opposite my bed.

"Fascinating. Is it a magic box?"

"Kind of." I smirk and wave a tiny remote control at him. I press one of the two buttons and the sm