“There is no time,” Henry replied, we have to…
“We have to get back to the original timeline, before the innkeeper’s head was chopped off!” He mixed a forgetfulness potion and prepared mugs for himself and Mohammed. “To the future’s past, drink up, drink up.” Both men lifted the mugs to their lips to drink when there was a banshee wailing at the window and they turned in unison.
A dark shape filled the window as the wailing got louder. Forty screaming babies couldn’t have made a more chilling sound. “Allah, save us,” Mohammed cried. “HaShem, reveal the mournful creature who disturbs us,” Henry pleaded.
The curtain parted and a shape pushed at its margin. Nancy the cat slid in. “Do not drink from the foul cup,” she hissed. “It is tainted with Brodrick’s curse.” The men dropped their mugs as Nancy pounced on the floor between them.
“Brodrick’s curse?” Mohammed asked. “Is that as bad a punishment as no Internet for a week because I bought Henry’s chair from Gimbles?”