[ WP ] Write the third episode of non-existant series . Make us curious about what happened before episode 3 , and what happens after .

`` You think that's gon na last for much longer?''. I rub the bandage on my right trap softly, and feel moisture; I do n't wan na look. `` You know what, sorry, just do n't think about it, lets just go.'' He assured. I still did n't know who he was, or what F was short for, but I did n't have time to ask about it. `` Uh, sure.'' I reply. We run down the ship's corridor, looking left and right between the vacant, wrecked rooms. `` If you see any lights, turn them off, we're gon na need all the power we can get --'' was what he said like, 7 times yesterday, but now we did n't care anymore; we would be happy if we we're alive by the time we got to the pilot deck. We hear metal footsteps behind us. `` Shit, wait,'' I choked. He closed his eyes, and held his breath, and I did the same. I could hear it so close to us, the monster rubbed up against my chest; For a moment I swore it stopped right in front of me, but we were fine. `` We're good...'' He said. We keep running. In disbelief, I finally fell into the torn red leather passenger seat. `` When do you think is safe?'' I asked. `` I do n't know, maybe back to 2003, around march. That gives us about two months of leeway before Brady's born, and Jesse's already seven.'' 2003, I thought to myself. And they said thats the year the world would end. 
 `` Check the glovebox for any painkillers or something'' F suggested. I popped it open and saw a wallet, a taped together letter, and a leather notebook. I opened it and see a bunch of numbers next to dates, and then a page ridden with scribbled out team names and dashed numbers. 2001 Ravens 34-7 Giants, 1996 Cowboys 27-17 steelers... 1906 whitesox, 1952 yankees, 2016 cubs; hundreds and hundreds of superbowl scores and world series champions, and the numbers before were lottery numbers. I double take at F and he's pushing the ship's buttons and trying to find the ignition combo on the old dial lock. I stuff the notebook into my right pocket. Just after, there's a high pitched beep, and theres a mix of purple and light green lights flashing onto his face. `` There's my old girl -- I'm gon na need a co for this one, just pull the lever when I give you the go,'' he explained. `` If we make it out of this, we can get the jump on Brady's parents, but if that does n't work, we're gon na have to get rid of Jesse. Those months'll be more than enough if we're quick and smart, just like before.'' `` Or after, I guess you could say.'' I joke. He lets out a half hearted chuckle and puts the ship into drive. He types in 1047 BD, 03, May. `` Lets ride,'' he nervously breathes. The ship sputtered along the darkness, and the dimensional headlights flickered. `` Hey F, if we do somehow get there alive, what's the first thing you're gon na do?'' I wondered. He chuckled, and looked down, thinking about it. `` I'm gon na have the dirtiest, grittiest, strongest cup of coffee I can find in all of New York.'' We laughed in the moment of complete hopelessness. 
 I felt us tilt downward, and my stomach floated; theres a faint orange light far, far below us. `` Go, now!'' The old lever creaks and comes all the way back. It gets slippery as I keep holding it and the sweat from my hand bunches up. `` AND HEY, UH WHATS YOUR NAME???'' I yell in conplete despair. `` FORD! HENRY, FORD!!'' he yells back. Noone I knew. I feel an impact. I see nothing, I hear nothing, and my eyes slowly open.
