The Later Journeys - 10. No Room at the Inn
Previous chapter The story starts here... What was I afraid of, exactly? A few scenarios were playing in my head. First, what if we got there and found a busload of tourists? I could picture kids crowding around and cell phones snapping pictures. “Selfies.” Poor Ben. We wouldn’t have time to prepare him for that. I guess we could see a bit up the road, and if we saw people, give some sort of alert. Or just turn around and go back toward the farm. Barring crowds, what if the inn looked perfectly normal, just the way he had last seen it, and he wanted to go in and talk to the manager about his room reservation? Sure, he knew that wouldn’t be possible, but if he tried to do that, would he be laughed at? What if the manager indulged him and let him tour the facility? What if he suddenly snapped and demanded we figure out how to get him back to the 1700s? Something we had zero idea of how to do, c...