Six hundred and forty-seven years.
That was how long it took Jack and his brother, Henry, to finish building their new clubhouse with their grandfather. At least, that’s how long it felt to Jack, anyway. His first mistake was presuming they would be finished the day the wood and nails arrived. In Jack’s five-year-old’s mind, there wasn’t that much to do; Hammer some wood, cut out some windows, add some decorations, and that would be that. He quickly learned, however, that there was a great deal of measuring, sawing, and lunch breaks involved in building the perfect clubhouse. Then there were the days off due to the terrible weather and the early starts so that they could make the most of the refreshing mornings.
The sun was setting as Jack’s grandfather lifted Henry up to hammer the final nail into a piece of pine at the back of the clubhouse and they took a moment to admire the fruits of their labour, agreeing that every cup of sweat was worth it. Just as they were about to call it a night and head back inside, an elderly man wearing a suit and carrying a walking cane stepped out of the clubhouse as if he had lived there forever. The old man lifted his cane, pointing it towards the bewildered trio. “Your clubhouse is in grave danger,” the old man announced. “And only the three of you can help save it.”
Jack’s grandad was the first to speak.
“Wait just a cotton-picking second. You can’t come walking out of our clubhouse the very moment we finish it and start telling us that it’s in grave danger.”
“Yes I can,” replied the old man. “I just did.”
“These boys haven’t even had a chance to play in there yet!” Jack’s Grandad said, frustrated by the suggested that all of their hard work might have been for nothing.
“Unfortunately, the meteor that’s flying through space right now, on its way to destroy your clubhouse doesn’t care about that,” the old man replied matter-of-factly.
“A meteor? A meteor is not coming here to destroy our clubhouse anytime soon. Not when these hands have spent the past eight days building one of the most sturdy structures known to man.”
“I know about those hands,” said the old man, a slight grin forming on his face as he placed his cane beside the door to the clubhouse and lifted up his own hands. “Because they are my hands, too.”
Jack’s grandfather stared at the old man and realised he was speaking the truth.
“That’s right, Grandpa Joe, you and I are the same person! Except, I’m from the future, and I’m here to help.”
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