Chapter 3

I heard the sounds of vomiting, and my anxiety increased. What if he dies in my house? I couldn't even call for support for him. I would have had to bury him alone in the garden.

Like series and books from a thousand years ago...

TV went out into the hallway, walked in front of the bathroom. When I saw him, he had finished vomiting and was trying to turn on the water.

"No water," I said finally, he looked at me. "There's enough to drink, use the wet wipes on the shelf. There should be some water in the kitchen. "

Without waiting for him to answer me, I headed for the stairs and went downstairs. When I looked at the level of drinking water, I saw that there were only three liters left. Unbelievable!

I took a glass and filled it with water. When I turned around, I found him standing in front of me. I almost spilled the water, I immediately withdrew and handed the glass to him.

He took the glass and looked at it before drinking. He was still breathing hard. I didn't think it had anything to do with time travel. A thousand years ago, the oxygen level was great. It would take some getting used to, and he might even have to move around in an oxygen mask.

"Let's see what has changed in ten years." I swallowed slowly while he drank the water. A thousand years!

He drank the water and immediately grimaced. "Disgusting. You call this water?"

"What?" Our water was beautiful. "You won't find better water than this."

"I can't believe it." He put the glass down on the counter next to me. "It tastes worse than my vomit."

"Don't be silly if you want. You also see the Martian water, it's just bitter." By the way, when I buried Mars, his eyes widened.

"Is there water on Mars?" He seemed enthusiastic, in need of new knowledge. "Then we can live there. Very good, I will be able to see Planet Mars before I die."

"While there is the world…" I grumbled, backing up to the counter. I got myself a clean glass and filled it with water.

"The world is dying." When he said that, the water I drank stuck in my throat. I couldn't help laughing.

"What year did you come from exactly?" Maybe there was a virus I didn't know about. It actually came from a recent time. Or he hadn't even lived in the age of technology yet. These were sentences of ignorance.

"2021." When he said that, my thoughts were confirmed.

"Bad news for you," I said. At that moment, I could not stand it and wanted to hit him with the bitter truth. "You're in the year 3021."

His short breath caught in his throat as his eyes widened with fear. Then his hand went to his mouth and I realized that he was nauseous again. This time he wouldn't be able to make it to the bathroom. He must have realized that too, for he threw himself into the kitchen sink. When I heard him vomit, I stuffed my nose with my fingers and made my way to the door.

"Open the windows." When I said that, the house came out of night mode and the windows opened. I opened the door as fresh air came in.

The man from a thousand years ago would need much more oxygen. And some more water...

Inside my house, there was a young man who believed that he would travel in only 10 years from now. He argued that he had a house on the land where this house was a thousand years ago. He believed that our miraculous water was worse than his womit. He dreamed of life on Mars, as it was a thousand years ago and he argued that the world was dead.

He had a Martian head!

I passed everything. He was a man from the past!

Could I have been dreaming deeply after I passed out in my room? Time travel was something that didn't even exist today. There were a thousand years between us and he claimed to be from the past. If time travel had been discovered a thousand years ago, wouldn't it be reflected in the present?

Maybe it wasn't reflected because the time traveler never returned to his own time.

A real Mars head! Or he had traveled through time to create a new parallel universe, in which there were no traces of time travel.

There were thousands of theories about parallel universes in 3021 when the world was believed to have come to an end. But no theory was capable of proving the existence of parallel universes. In order for it to be proved, first, someone had to go to the parallel universe or someone could come from there. These were theories that were worthless without evidence.

But if the man from the past was real, that meant it could be proven. After all, time travel was not a successful experiment in the year we are in. If this man was real, it was proof that he had succeeded a thousand years ago. Since there is no evidence of time travel in the present, we were either in a parallel universe created by him or the time traveler never returned to his own history.

These were just my assumptions or just a dream!

"I can't be in the year 3021." The time traveler came to me, lamenting. His skin looked pale. His eyes were bloodshot and they were swollen. Even though he had vomited, there was no foul odor coming from his mouth, probably because he had rinsed his mouth with Earth water, which he did not like.

I had to add water urgently because, at this rate, he would vomit all over my house.

"I can't be with a time traveler either."

He paused for a moment, staring into my eyes for a long time without a word. At that moment, I realized that he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. I think his millennial time travel is getting more and more effective every minute.

"I feel dizzy." I sighed deeply as he muttered. A time traveler was going to die in my house!

"How would you like to lie down on the couch, Time Traveller?"

"My name is…" He staggered before he could continue the sentence. Reflexively, I reached for him and supported him by holding his arm. "I'm..."

"I don't care about your name." I started pulling him towards the seat. "Just try to survive. If I bury you, I'll get dirty all over and I don't have enough water to bathe."

"You are so…" He interrupted but stumbled once more before he could finish. "My head is spinning a lot."

"Hold on a bit," I said and after a few steps, I was able to reach the seat. When he lost his balance, I realized that I couldn't put him on the couch properly. Half of his legs were out when I threw him onto the chair.

"Don't fall." grunting, I grabbed his legs and tried to throw him on the couch. It was very heavy. He wasn't actually overweight, but he was very tall. I could have sworn he was at least fifty pounds more than me.

"My name is Karya." He whispered. "I really come from the past."

I realized that he had passed out when the hand he was holding on the chair forcibly hung on the floor beyond his control. While I just stood there, I tapped my forehead with my palm a few times, listing all the curses I knew.

Its name was Turkish and this land was called Turkey a thousand years ago. When all the world's states came together, country names in the land were abolished. We were just using city names, and instead of countries, we just said "World." The name of the city we are in now was called Istanbul as it is now. We lived in the most fertile land in the world. Life, as we know, existed here and in only a few Earth cities.

If this wasn't a dream, he might be telling the truth.

He could really be a time traveler, and that would get me in a lot of trouble. I had to persuade him to go back in time.

If it turned out that he was time traveling, they'd find me, too. If they found it, I would be exiled from planet Earth. I didn't think anything good would happen to him either. Seeing that time travel was possible, the state would not allow him to just wander around the city.

They either throw him in jail or take his life. Maybe they'll take it with them and learn to Time Travel. This was very dangerous. We never knew what would happen.

I don't think it will be welcome though.

Those who want to live in the world will follow this science. Everyone wants to live in the past world. I wouldn't want to live in the past world. I want to fix the current state of the world. I want to protect the life here. I will do.

Before all this, the Time Traveler had to survive. So Kayra…