CHILDREN OF TIME (2025 Edition) by Michel Poulin - HTML preview

CHAPTER 25 – A LAST GOODBYE

10 :18 (Montreal Time)

Saturday, February 23, 2019 ‘A’

Sainte-Famille Cemetery, De Montbrun Street

Boucherville, South Shore of Montreal

Province of Québec, Canada

Thankfully, the weather was fair on this freezing February morning, with the rays of the Sun mitigating a bit the sub-zero temperature and with no wind to make the air even colder. Still, the dozens of men and women, with a few children among them, who were coming out of the convoy of cars and limousines inside the cemetery were all well bundled in winter coats, hats, boots and gloves. Many also wore sunglasses to protect their eyes from the glare of the Sun reflecting on the thick layer of snow. All were silent and had sad or downcast expressions on their faces as they converged on a large polished headstone, in front of which a rectangular hole had been dug in the frozen ground, with a mound of earth nearby. Numerous flower crowns and bouquets were already laid in front of the headstone. The scene would have been typical of most funerals except for the presence in force of the municipal police, which was busy keeping at a respectful distance a small army of reporters and paparazzi, many of which were holding cameras equipped with telephoto lens.

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Angelina Jolie, with the help of her husband Brad Pitt, gathered together their six children, now ranging in age between ten and seventeen, after coming out of their limousine and walked with them towards the hole in the ground. She could already distinguish at least three different groups of people who had come to attend the funeral of Nancy Laplante. One, of which Angelina was part of, consisted of over twenty actors, actresses, film directors and studio executives from Hollywood, all of whom had worked with Nancy Laplante on film sets or had befriended her. Another, smaller group, was made up of CNN executives and reporters, including Anderson Cooper and Christiane Amanpour, plus a few war reporters from around the globe. The third, and by far the largest group, was a most heteroclite one and was probably making the reporters and paparazzi present wondering who those people were. There were men and women, most looking fit, young and tough, plus more than a few teenage children. Angelina however guessed who they were when she recognized the so-called ‘boyfriend’ of Nancy Laplante, Mike Crawford, in reality her husband. Fourteen year-old Zahara, walking besides Angelina, also recognized him and pointed at a huge, towering teenager standing beside Mike Crawford.

‘’Mom, I see Herakles, besides Nancy’s husband. I also see Eli and David, plus Saint Mary Magdalene, David’s mother.’’

Angelina couldn’t help hesitate then and cut her step as she stared at the small Semitic woman holding the hand of a teenage boy with curly brown hair and brown skin. She had been told by her children on their return from the Jerusalem of 1948 ‘B’, where Nancy Laplante had brought them temporarily for their own safety, about Nancy’s family there and about a few other people, including a Miriam of Magdala who was actually the one known in the Bible as Saint Mary Magdalene, and about her son from Jesus, David. Still, to see such an historical figure here and now was quite a shock to Angelina. Her eyes then returned to the said Herakles, who was at least as tall and powerful physically as Mike Crawford, but who still had a juvenile face.

‘’How old was this Herakles when you met him in Jerusalem, Zahara?’’

‘’He was thirteen then and he was really kind and nice. Maybe a few years have passed for him since then, Mom.’’

Angelina nodded her head at that, understanding what her adopted daughter, an ex-Ethiopian refugee, meant. Very few people in this time period knew that Nancy Laplante had been a time traveler and that two parallel timelines existed apart from this world.

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Angelina and Brad would not have known about that either, save for a completely unpredictable fluke. A ship hijacking eleven months ago off California had caught them and a small crowd of other Hollywood celebrities at the mercy of a gang of merciless pirates bent on emptying their bank accounts. That hijacking of billionaire Roman Abramovich’s yacht had also put in jeopardy the 31 children of those celebrities, including Angelina’s six children, who were aboard the M/Y ECLIPSE at the time. The pirates had hoped to use the children to pressure their parents into revealing their bank account numbers and access codes but Nancy, who had been one of the guests of Roman Abramovich, had brought the children to the safety of 1948 ‘B’ Jerusalem, at the cost of revealing herself as a time traveler. She had then slaughtered the pirates and saved Abramovich and his guests. Angelina, like Brad and the other adult guests, had been stunned and shocked by the stories told to them afterwards by their children, returned by Nancy to the yacht once the pirates were all dead or captured. She had however accepted to keep Nancy’s secret, after hearing her pleas to that effect.

Now that Zahara had warned her about the presence of at least a few members of Nancy’s family at the funeral, Angelina started scrutinizing more closely the faces of those who were part of the third group of mourners. She was no historian, but she was well educated and read and knew that Nancy had been reigning as the Queen of Jerusalem in 1948 ‘B’, so looked for known people from the mid-20th Century. Her eyes soon caught on a young woman of medium height and in her twenties who wore a conservative black dress and coat and a black hat with black mesh face veil. Angelina’s blood shot to her brain when she tentatively recognized the woman as a young version of Queen Elizabeth II of England. Two persons to the left of Elizabeth, an overweight man in his fifties with thick curly gray hair and wearing sunglasses also attracted Angelina’s attention. It didn’t take her much time to recognize him, as she had seen photographs and portraits of him in numerous Israeli and Jewish homes, offices and museums. Still, her knees nearly went weak when she made up the man as being David Ben-Gurion, the first prime minister of Israel, as he appeared at about the time of Israel’s declaration of independence. Even more shocking was the man standing near Ben-Gurion, a huge and intimidating-looking man with a long scar on his left cheek.

‘’An ex-SS officer, standing beside Israel’s first prime minister…’’ whispered Angelina to herself, making her husband Brad look at her with confusion.

‘’What did you say, Angie?’’

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‘’Please keep a straight face and your voice low, Brad, but we have a few visitors from the past in that group to the left of the headstone. Zahara recognized two of Nancy’s sons, plus Saint Mary Magdalene, while I just recognized a young Queen Elizabeth of England, Prime Minister David Ben Gurion of Israel and Otto Skorzeni, SS commando officer extraordinaire in World War 2.’’

While he didn’t speak out loud or exclaimed himself, Brad eyed with growing shock the group designated by his wife before whispering to her.

‘’My god! You are right, Angie. I think that I also recognize Hanna Reitsch, the celebrated Nazi female test pilot from World War 2, besides Skorzeny. Those people are taking a hell of a lot of risks in showing up publicly like this, especially with all those paparazzi present nearby.’’

Angelina couldn’t help throw a dubious look at Brad at his last words.

‘’And how do you expect ignorant morons like those paparazzi to know enough about history to recognize those people, especially when they don’t have any reasons to think that they come from the past?’’

Their argument was cut short by the arrival in the cemetery of three big black SUVs of the kind Hollywood action movies were so fond of using. The reporters and paparazzi crowd immediately pointed as one their cameras at the three vehicles as they rolled inside the cemetery, finally stopping behind the other vehicles of the mourners already present. The municipal police agents also became noticeably more nervous and vigilant as six tall, fit men in dark suits and overcoats and wearing sunglasses came out of the SUVs, forming a box besides the middle SUV before another man came out of that vehicle. He also wore sunglasses and a black overcoat, but was clearly a lot older than the six men waiting for him. Channing Tatum, who was standing with his wife Jena and their little daughter near Angelina and Brad, sucked his breath in.

‘’Holy shit! It’s President Bill Clinton! The reporters will go bonkers on this.’’ As the reporters and paparazzi clicked picture after picture of him as he walked with his Secret Service escort towards the headstone and waiting mourners, Bill Clinton gave a sad look at the hearse parked nearby and in which Nancy Laplante’s coffin was still in. His arrival was the signal for six big men from the crowd of mourners to walk to the hearse and start pulling out the coffin, then carrying it towards its intended resting place. As the coffin was gently put down on the straps laid over the hole in the ground, Bill Clinton started doing the tour of the mourners, with the CNN group first to be visited,

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followed by the Hollywood group. He kept his words few and his emotions guarded with them, but was still visibly sad. In truth, while not an American citizen, Nancy Laplante had rendered some truly stellar services to the United States in the past few years, not the least one being her killing the head of the Taliban movement, Mullah Omar, in Pakistan, and the rescue of CNN’s star anchor Anderson Cooper on the same occasion. As a daring war reporter, Nancy had also helped the American public understand better what was really at play in a number of festering wars and smoldering conflicts through her CNN reports and analysis, something which had often helped the current President of the United States, Hillary Rodham-Clinton, in passing her foreign policy message to the American public. Then came the time to Clinton to go speak with the members of the last group.

First presenting his condolences to Mike Crawford, Bill Clinton was presented by the latter to five teenagers and one stunningly beautiful young woman, named as being the children, either adopted or natural, of Nancy Laplante. Clinton couldn’t help stare up in wonderment at sixteen year old Herakles, who towered over him and had much wider shoulders.

‘’Just sixteen, you said?’’

The teenager, who had kind manners and a soft voice, gave him a sad smile while nearly crushing Clinton’s hand, even though he didn’t seem to make it on purpose.

‘’Yes, Mister President. My name means ‘Hercules’ in Greek.’’

‘’Uh, I see!’’ said Clinton, not daring to ask for more details before continuing down the line of mourners. Two teenagers, a boy and a girl, who were holding hands with a young woman in her thirties, next caught his attention. He first exchanged a kiss on the cheek with the woman, who presented herself as a friend of Nancy and who was named Sylvie Comeau. Sylvie then presented the two children, whose prominent brow ridgelines, elongated craniums and nearly non-existent chin had attracted Bill Clinton’s curiosity.

‘’May I present you my adopted children, Kin and Ani, Mister President?’’ said Comeau before lowering her voice to a whisper and bending over to speak in Clinton’s ear. ‘’They are Neanderthal children. I saved them 52,000 years ago, after their parents and the rest of their group were killed by cave hyenas.’’

With cold sweat breaking on his forehead, Bill Clinton stared in silence at the children for a couple of seconds before speaking.

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‘’Pleased to meet you, Kin and Ani.’’

‘’Thank you, Mister President. You were very kind to come to Nancy’s funeral.’’ replied in an articulate voice the boy, surprising Clinton. Seeing his expression then, Sylvie Comeau cut in, still keeping her voice low.

‘’They have an I.Q. in the upper mid-90s, Mister President. Neanderthals were actually about as intelligent as the average modern man. You could probably say that you met some politicians in Washington who were more obtuse.’’ Despite the circumstances, that remark made Bill Clinton smile with amusement.

‘’You are probably right about that, madam. Saving those children was a most kind act indeed. You are to be commended for your compassion and open

mindedness.’’

‘’Thank you, Mister President.’’

The next person in line to attract Bill Clinton’s attention was Elizabeth Windsor, whom he recognized quickly enough, making him bow to her and kiss her hand.

‘’Your Majesty!’’

‘’Actually, my proper title now would be ‘Your Highness’, Mister President. My sister Margaret is sitting on the throne where I come from. Nancy told me about how caring to your people you proved as a president.’’

‘’And I must say in turn that your, uh, twin, is doing a remarkable job as Queen of Great Britain, Your Highness.’’

‘’Thank you, Mister President. Could you pass my respects to your wife, the President?’’

‘’I certainly will, Your Majesty.’’

After bowing again to her, Clinton went on, now expecting about anything. He also easily recognized David Ben-Gurion, with which he exchanged a few words and nearly freaked out when faced with the big, powerful Otto Skorzeni, who managed to make Clinton’s Secret Service bodyguards nervous just by his presence. After shaking a dozen more hands from persons he didn’t recognize, he finally went to stand near the headstone with his bodyguards as a rabbi with a thick black beard was about to start delivering Nancy Laplante’s eulogy. The rabbi, wearing a skull cap and shawl, shook his hand in turn and presented himself.

‘’Mister President! I am Rabbi Shimon Huberband. I understand that you asked to deliver part of Nancy’s eulogy.’’

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‘’You are correct, Rabbi Huberband.’’ said Clinton, already promising himself to google the rabbi’s name at the first chance he had to do it. ‘’I didn’t know that Nancy was Jewish.’’

‘’In another place and time, she was. I believe that you already know from her historical documentary on the life of Yeshua of Nazareth that you and your wife saw that Yeshua made her one of her disciples, correct?’’

Again, cold sweat broke on Clinton’s forehead on hearing that.

‘’Uh, the copy of the video documentary she loaned to us didn’t mention that little fact, Rabbi Huberband. Jesus Christ really made her one of his disciples?’’

‘’And one that he was very respectful of, if I understand well. Nancy also saved the lives of countless thousands of Jews in the past. I was one of those Jews she saved and, now that I am the Chief Rabbi of Jerusalem in her time, I simply could not refuse the honor to deliver the eulogy for my queen.’’

‘’I see! As her spiritual leader, you are entitled to deliver first your part of her eulogy, Rabbi Huberband.’’

Huberband then shook his head slowly, his face most somber.

‘’Pardon me for correcting you, Mister President, but I was not her spiritual leader. Only The One deserves that title, as she was her Chosen.’’ Huberband then looked at the rest of the assembled mourners and started speaking in a calm, strong and solemn voice.

‘’My friends, we are assembled here to pay our ultimate respects to a truly exceptional woman, a woman who saved or helped countless others through her acts of bravery and compassion. She was the kind of person of which we see only a few through the centuries, a person whose name deserves to be remembered and cherished for eternity. Nancy Laplante transcended the boundaries of nationalities, races and religions, as she was simply a human being of the most wonderful kind. She didn’t care if those she helped were white or black, poor or rich, Christians or Muslims, as long as they were good, decent people. Many, through their intolerance, bigotry or evil thoughts, hated her and wanted her ill, but she overcame their hatred and often brought justice to those evil men, for the greater good of all. Her ultimate act in life, so typical of her, was to protect from harm two little children, using her body as a shield so that those children could live. That last act resumed perfectly what made Nancy Laplante such an exceptional person, with bravery allied to selfless sacrifice and care for others.’’

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More than a few mourners, including Angelina Jolie and many other women present, cried silently as Huberband delivered his eulogy, which he kept short but eloquent. Then came the turn of Bill Clinton, who gravely looked at the others present.

‘’My friends, I couldn’t possibly praise Nancy Laplante better than Rabbi Huberband just did. As a friend and as ex-President of the United States, I could not possibly refuse to come honor such a woman as Nancy Laplante. On top of all that she did, she was also a Presidential Medal of Freedom recipient, a fact that by itself justified my presence here. However, beyond coming to present the official respects of the government of the United States to a true heroine and wonderful human being, I came to say a last goodbye to someone I came to admire and respect greatly. Apart from saving many lives in the past years, she fought the forces of evil, hatred and intolerance with unparallel bravery, daring and skill. She also helped inform all in this world about the true costs and horrors of war, thus promoted in her own way the cause of peace. She was both the ultimate soldier and the ultimate peacemaker. May her memory live forever, Amen!’’

Once Bill Clinton was finished, the employee from the funeral home who was present took it as the signal to push a small lever, releasing the tension on the straps supporting Nancy’s coffin and making it lower slowly in its grave, at the same time as a recorded bagpipe version of ‘Amazing Grace’ started playing on a portable radio/CD player. Many of the mourners prayed silently or cried as the coffin disappeared inside the hole. Once the coffin was at the bottom, two cemetery employee removed the straps and pulley systems, allowing mourners who wished to do so to use shovels provided by the cemetery to each pour some earth on top of the coffin. Mike Crawford, a tall, handsome and physically powerful man with short black hair and green eyes and who was apparently in his mid-thirties, then made an announcement in a strong voice.

‘’Thank you all for coming to pay your last respects to Nancy, my friends. Now that this burial ceremony is over, you are all invited to attend a last reception in her honor at the nearby WelcomInns Hotel, where a reception lounge has been rented by me. Maps with indications to the hotel have already been given to your drivers, while my own car will take the lead and guide you to it. I hope that you will all be able to come. We may now drive off to the hotel.’’

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Holding her two younger children by the hand, nine year old twins Vivienne and Knox, Angelina Jolie returned with the rest of her family to their rented limousine, which had been provided courtesy of Mike Crawford at their arrival in Montreal. The convoy of mourners, with ex-President Clinton’s motorcade jumping near the head, then slowly rolled out of the cemetery under the cameras of the reporters and paparazzi crowding around the gate. As Angelina had expected, some of those paparazzi ran back to their cars in order to follow the convoy and continue to take pictures. Angelina sighed with exasperation, then had a last look at Nancy’s grave, where the two cemetery employees were busy filling back the hole containing her coffin. More tears came to her eyes as she remembered the good times they had together in the too few years they had known each other. Nancy had proved to be a friend on which Angelina and her family could count on, while Angelina had done her best to help Nancy when she had become distraught at being forced to leave Montreal and come live in California. In fact, most of the mourners who came today had a debt of gratitude towards Nancy.

Angelina and Brad already knew where the WelcomInns Hotel in Boucherville was, as Mike Crawford’s invitation to the funerals included arrangements for both the local transportation and hotel rooms, with the Jolie-Pitt getting rooms and suites at the WelcomInns, like apparently most of the other American mourners, save for ex-President Clinton. While being of rather modest size by Los Angeles standards and not being what a Hollywood celebrity would call a true luxury hotel, it was a modern, comfortable and most decent establishment that had proved more than acceptable to Angelina. Bad tongues would have said that Angelina could not live in anything but the best but, in truth, she could do with about anything, having experienced many atrocious living conditions in the past while acting as a United Nations goodwill ambassador for refugees. Now, calling the Boucherville’s WelcomInns Hotel a Third World facility would have been grossly unfair, as it would actually satisfy about the most demanding American or European tourist. It also had the benefit of being well situated, being located near an exit to the main highway linking the cities of Montreal and Quebec and also being only a few kilometers from Montreal itself and its international airport. Lastly, it had the advantage of being right in Boucherville, less than three kilometers from the cemetery where Nancy was now buried. Mike Crawford, who had apparently been told a few things by Nancy about her relationship with Angelina, had also included in his invitation letter a few suggestions in terms of places to eat, places which Nancy had in

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fact spoken about in the past. Angelina smiled on seeing her children throw interested looks at a modest pizzeria restaurant as their limousine turned on De Mortagne Boulevard and passed in front of the ‘ORLANDO’ restaurant. After having Nancy tell her many times about how much she liked a calories-soaked and definitely not pretentious-looking Quebec specialty called ‘poutine’, along with smoked meat sandwiches, and having herself tried poutine by herself during a past trip to Montreal, Angelina had brought her six children and Brad to the ORLANDO for an early supper yesterday after arriving from Los Angeles. To her amusement, her children had loved the recipe, essentially French fries topped by grated cheese and hot brown gravy that could also include a variety of toppings which went from chopped chicken, sausage bits and chopped pork meat to smoked meat. Her older sons, seventeen year-old Maddox and fifteen year-old Pax, had also been pleased when a large group of female teenage students from the nearby high school had walked in for a snack, dressed in their school uniforms, which included short pleated skirts. Both Maddox and Pax had later pronounced the standard of the local girls to be ‘very nice’, while a near riot had broken in the restaurant when the teenage girls had recognized Angelina and Brad after a moment of uncertainty. Angelina smiled even wider as she thought about that rather wild but fun family supper time, as no professional reporter or photographer had been around to spoil the fun.

The convoy of mourners arrived at the WelcomInns Hotel after less than fifteen minutes, with two local police cars coming along to escort ex-President Clinton’s motorcade. As the mourners came out of their vehicles and entered the hotel, to be immediately guided to a ground floor reception lounge, police agents took position at the lounge’s entrances and in the hotel lobby, to deter paparazzi from coming in and causing trouble. A large, good quality photograph of Nancy, taken of her while she was wearing her typical war reporter’s outfit in some Middle East war zone, sat on an easel at the entrance, framed by flowers. Immense sadness returned to Angelina as she stared at the framed photo for a long moment. She was suddenly conscious that someone else was standing beside her and she turned her head, only to recognize Christiane Amanpour, the veteran CNN international correspondent and anchor, who had tears rolling on her cheeks.

‘’I still can’t believe that she is gone.’’ said weakly Amanpour when she saw that Angelina was looking at her. ‘’She seemed nearly indestructible.’’

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‘’We all die one day, Miss Amanpour. Nancy did it the heroic way, while protecting children.’’

‘’I know! Still, such a loss is hard to accept.’’

Angelina nodded, then gently touched Amanpour’s forearm.

‘’It indeed is. Let’s go in: I am sure that Nancy would want us to have some good time discussing together despite of this.’’

‘’You are right, Miss Jolie.’’

‘’Please, call me simply Angelina. Can I call you Christiane?’’

‘’Yes, of course.’’

Both entered the lounge, where Mike Crawford greeted them near the entrance with handshakes and kisses on the cheek.

‘’Thank you for coming to this reception. The bar is a free service, so feel free to have what you want, especially since you won’t need to drive.’’ Christiane Amanpour, who was no empty head, looked at him for a moment after shaking hands and then spoke in a near whisper.

‘’Tell me the truth, Mister Crawford. You were more than just Nancy’s boyfriend, right?’’

Mike hesitated only for a second before nodding his head.

‘’I was in fact secretly her husband, Miss Amanpour. She didn’t want to subject me and our children to the mad publicity that had started to follow her.’’

‘’Could I meet your children later on, Mister Crawford?’’

‘’I would be pleased to do so, and please call me simply Mike.’’ Angelina and Christiane then had to move, as more mourners were entering the lounge. As she looked around her, Angelina was suddenly aware that the more historically known persons she had recognized at the cemetery were nowhere in sight. She quickly understood that they must have skipped the reception, in order not to risk being recognized by the members and staff of CNN, who didn’t know that Nancy had been a time traveler, contrary to most of the actors and actress who had been saved by Nancy on the M/Y ECLIPSE and were present in the lounge. Christiane Amanpour, for one, would have surely recognized David Ben-Gurion and Elizabeth Windsor, once they had taken off their hats and sunglasses. Joining up with Brad and their children, Angelina went to get a drink and some hors d’oeuvres at the bar and buffet tables, then started to mix in with the others to exchange souvenirs and stories about Nancy.

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On her part, Christiane Amanpour, still feeling sad and depressed, got herself a drink before going to join a group formed by Anderson Cooper, Bill Clinton and Parisa Kosravi, CNN’s Vice-President for International News and Christiane’s direct superior at CNN. The group quickly swell afterwards, with Jennifer Garner and Ben Affleck joining them first, followed by Hugh Jackman and his wife Deborra-Lee. After a few minutes of quiet discussion, Christiane noticed that most of the actors’ children had congregated in one corner of the lounge, talking with a group of children seemingly led by a huge teenager. Intrigued, Christiane excused herself with her group and went towards the children, stopping a few paces away from them and sitting down at a table to discreetly look at them. The big teenager, actually the size of a very large and tall professional wrestler but still definitely not an adult, looked at her after only a few seconds, scrutinizing her in turn. Christiane then felt a funny sensation inside her head, as if someone was tickling her brain. The teenager, who could be about seventeen or eighteen, then came to her and nodded politely his head to her while pointing an empty chair at her table.

‘’Could I speak with you, miss?’’

‘’Of course! By the way, I am Christiane Amanpour, and I worked with Nancy at CNN.’’

‘’Nancy told me about you, miss.’’ said the teenager before sitting and then presenting his hand for a shake. ‘’Herakles Sirtis-Laplante. I was adopted by Nancy when I was eight.’’

‘’You are quite a big boy, Herakles. How old are you?’’

‘’I am sixteen years old, miss.’’

Christiane was left stunned for a moment as she stared at the 190 centimeters plus teenager, who was all muscles and had to weigh at least 130 kilos, without any visible fat.

‘’My god! How could you be so big at your age, Herakles?’’ The teenager then shrugged in response.

‘’It is quite a long story, miss. But enough about me. Mike told me that you wanted to meet Nancy’s children. Would you like me to present my siblings to you?’’

‘’Very much so, Herakles, but shouldn’t your father do this?’’

‘’He already approves of my initiative, miss.’’ replied Herakles while pointing at Mike Crawford, who was some distance away and talking with five other persons.

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Christiane saw Mike look at her and Herakles and then nod at the teenager, who smiled in turn at the news anchor.

‘’You see?’’

He then looked at some of the other teenagers nearby and signaled them to join him at the table. Christiane felt her heart accelerate as three prepubescent teenagers, two boys and a girl, came to sit at their table, followed soon by two young women. Christiane’s eyes were attracted in particular to two of the prepubescent teenagers, a boy and a girl who were obviously twins and bore more than a passing resemblance to Nancy, both having green eyes and black hair as well. Herakles kept his voice low as he presented in turn the newcomers, starting with the twins, who were tall for their age.

‘’May I present to you first Patrick and Suzanne Laplante-Crawford? They are nine year-old and are twins from Nancy and Mike. Then you have eleven year-old Eli, who was adopted at birth by Nancy.’’

Herakles then pointed at the two young women.

‘’As for Tera and Ingrid, they were adopted as teenagers by Nancy. She did all this very discreetly, not wanting to attract the attention of her enemies, like the Taliban and other religious extremists and the Israeli Mossad, on us. It was not easy to hide her pregnancy when she was expecting Patrick and Suzanne, but Nancy somehow managed it. We have been living with Mike all that time, with Nancy visiting us frequently. It was the price to pay to make her feel safe about us. You must know how unrelenting the Israeli Mossad had been about trying to kill her.’’

‘’I know!’’ said Christiane, some bitterness showing in her voice then. She personally knew of three attempts by the Mossad at either capturing or killing Nancy, while she could think of another two unexplained incidents involving Nancy which could be attributed to the Mossad. Still today, Nancy was officially called a supporter of terrorists by Israel, even though nobody else believed those charges. Spurred by the Mossad accusations, many Jews in Canada and the United States who followed without question Israeli policies had treated Nancy with hostility, making her life more difficult even in Montreal. For the life of her, Christiane could not understand why the Israeli government had been so hostile to Nancy, as its accusations against her didn’t make any sense. To add to that, Muslim extremists around the World who were either linked to the Taliban or Al Qaeda or were sympathetic to those groups had been after Nancy, who had a death fatwa on her head pronounced by the late Mullah Omar. At least, Nancy had the last laugh in that matter, as she had killed Mullah Omar in Quetta,

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Pakistan, while rescuing Anderson Cooper from the clutches of the Taliban. An announcement by Mike Crawford then took Christiane out of her thoughts.

‘’Mister President, ladies and gentlemen, I have arranged for a short presentation on Nancy before we start lunch proper. If you may sit down facing the flat screen installed in the rear left corner of the lounge…’’

Staying with Nancy’s children, Christiane simply pivoted her chair around to face the said corner, where a large flat plasma screen connected to a laptop computer sat on a table. Going to stand beside the screen and computer, Mike Crawford looked somberly at the assembled mourners.

‘’What you will see is a short video montage showing moments of Nancy’s life and some of her main accomplishments, be they as a Canadian Army reserve officer, as a war reporter or as an actress. In her short, five year career as an actress, Nancy played in a total of five films: CROSSROADS; AVENGERS 2; DANCES WITH SHADOWS; HIGH TIME TO KILL and OUT OF THE SHADOWS. Those films earned her two Oscars, plus two nominations to Oscars, including the nomination for best actress in a drama for the 2019 Oscars, which will be presented in a few days from now, for her leading role in OUT OF THE SHADOWS. As a war reporter, Nancy won numerous journalistic awards during her eighteen year career with either CONFLICTS MAGAZINE or CNN. As a military officer, she earned numerous service, peacekeeping and bravery medals, including the Canadian Medal of Bravery and the Afghan Medal for Valor. She also earned the United States’ Presidential Medal of Freedom, given to her by President Clinton in 2018, following her rescue of Mister Anderson Cooper in Pakistan. A copy of this short video will later be given to CNN, which will be free to use it at will. You will then be able to come view the medals and awards won by Nancy, which are set on the table besides this screen. I hope that you will like the presentation.’’

Mike then started the video and came to sit at Christiane’s table beside his children.

The video, while only a few minutes long, proved to be well made, incorporating a few still pictures taken during Nancy’s childhood and early military career, plus short clips showing her at work as a military officer or war correspondent in various war zones and acting parts from the films in which she was featuring. Her incredibly daring stunt dive from the top of the main tower of the new World Trade Center, made as part of the movie CROSSROADS in 2014, didn’t fail to draw breaths around the lounge, as it

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always did to audiences watching it. The video ended with the short clip taken by the Al Jazeera news crew which had been witness to her death in Kurdistan, showing Nancy covering two little Kurdish girls on the ground with her body as mortar bombs were falling around her. Many, including Christiane, Mike and his children, had tears on their faces or were crying at the end of the clip, which showed Kurdish militiamen and Al Jazeera reporters extracting the two Kurdish girls from under Nancy’s body, with the last scene being a close-up of Nancy’s dead face. Mike took the time to console his children before returning besides the flat screen and speaking in a half-choked voice.

‘’Nancy is now gone, but her memory will stay with us, forever. I would like for us to make a last toast to Nancy before we have dinner.’’

Everybody scrambled for their drinks before Mike raised solemnly his own glass.

‘’TO NANCY! MAY HER SPIRIT LIVE ON!’’

‘’TO NANCY!’’

13:51 (Montreal Time)

Room 216, WelcomInns Hotel

Boucherville

Brad Pitt shook hands with Mike Crawford on entering Mike’s room with his family, noticing that Ingrid and Herakles were also present in the room.

‘’So, what’s up, Mike?’’

Mike Crawford waited until Angelina Jolie had closed the door behind her last children before speaking in a sober tone.

‘’I wanted to inform you of a few points of Nancy’s last will which are of interest to you and Angelina, Brad. First, know that she is leaving me her condo in Santa Monica, while her condo in Boucherville and her lakeside cottage in the Laurentians, north of Montreal, are given to Sylvie Comeau, one of our agents who originates from Montreal. While I do not plan to live all the time in the Santa Monica condo, me and Nancy’s children will use it from time to time to spend some off time in this century. Your children and my children will thus be able to see each other fairly frequently.’’

‘’That’s great news, Mike!’’ replied Brad, smiling with genuine pleasure. ‘’I know that my kids had a great time in Jerusalem with your kids, particularly Zahara.’’

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The Ethiopian girl reddened with embarrassment at the hidden meaning of that remark, while Herakles smiled to her, making the others giggle. Mike waited until the giggling was over before continuing, looking straight in the eyes of Brad and Angelina.

‘’Brad, Angelina, you were possibly two of the best friends Nancy had in this century. Also, contrary to her friends at CNN, you knew that she was a time traveler. In a confidential part of her last will, Nancy stated that she wanted to grace you and your children with ultimate gifts and charged me with giving them to you.’’ Under the curious eyes of Angelina, Brad and their children, Mike retrieved a long box hidden under the bed and put it on top of the mattress before opening it, revealing a short sword and a dagger, both of obviously ancient manufacture. Grabbing first with both hands the short sword, which was in a leather scabbard with carrying sling, Mike brought it to Brad and presented the weapon to him, taking first the sword out of its scabbard.

‘’This bronze short sword was retrieved by the Time Patrol at the site of the city of Troy and actually belonged to the Trojan hero Hector, whom Achilles defeated in single combat. As the actor who played the role of Achilles in the movie ‘TROY’, Nancy wanted you to have this sword. You will excuse the rather beaten up state of the blade: it was used by Hector to parry some of Achilles’ blows before he was killed by the Greek hero.’’

Brad, his eyes opening wide with awe, took the sword and examined it with near religious fervor before smiling to Mike.

‘’This is a truly incredible gift, Mike. Such an historical treasure… I wish that I could thank Nancy in person for this.’’

Mike had a mysterious smile then but did not reply to that, instead going back to the cardboard box and grabbing the dagger in it, bringing it to Angelina, who was now dying with expectation. Like the short sword, the dagger had its own scabbard, but it was clearly a mostly ceremonial weapon, contrary to Hector’s sword, and its handle was exquisitely inlaid with gold and precious gems. The long, wide bronze blade proved to be inlaid with silver, with Egyptian hieroglyphs engraved on it, when Angelina took it out of its scabbard after accepting it from Mike, who then spoke in a solemn tone.

‘’This ceremonial dagger belonged to Queen Cleopatra of Egypt and was retrieved by us after she committed suicide in her palace. Nancy knew of your fascination with knives and blades and thought that it would be a most fitting gift for you.’’

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Angelina was left speechless for a moment while she and her family looked with admiration at the bejeweled knife.

‘’I…I don’t know how to properly thank you for such a fantastic gift, Mike.’’

‘’You don’t need to, Angelina: it is truly little compared to the friendship you showed to Nancy. This leaves me with one last gift to give to you and your entire family. One Time Patrol member will show up here to serve as guide as soon as you can go pack some of your bags and come back here to go to 1952 Jerusalem ‘B’ for a week-long vacation trip there.’’

The Jolie-Pitt children erupted in happy shouts and jumped up and down on hearing that, while Angelina and Brad were left stunned for a moment. Brad then thought about something and spoke in a sober tone.

‘’Mike, that is a fantastic offer, but we have both work and study schedules which leave us little spare time. Disappearing for a whole week will be hard to hide to others in Hollywood.’’

His objection brought a smile to Mike’s face.

‘’Brad, we have become masters at managing time, literally. Once you will leave this room for Jerusalem ‘B’, no more than ten apparent minutes will pass here until you come back from your week in Jerusalem. We call this ‘hidden time’ and we constantly use it when we go on missions to the past or the future, like Nancy did. Just pack the minimum you will need for a week in Jerusalem and surrounding places, and plan for warm weather: you will arrive there in May. I will be waiting for you here.’’

The Jolie-Pitt didn’t have to be told twice and left, excitedly going back to their suites to pack a few suitcases. They were all back as a group less than twenty minutes later in Mike’s room, with the big American locking the door behind them. He then pointed the empty space in front of the sofas of the relaxation corner of his suite.

‘’Please stay away from that empty space for the moment: a time scooter is about to appear, to start shuttling you and your bags to Jerusalem ‘B’.’’ Barely containing their excitement, the adults and children of the family patiently waited by the side of the designated area. They nearly all jumped backward from the surprise when a compact, wheelless vehicle suddenly appeared out of thin air in a brief flash of white light above the carpet, to then gently lower down to rest on the floor. A long transparent canopy then slid open, revealing three bike-like seats arranged in tandem, with a piloting station at the front. Angelina and Brad suddenly felt blood rush to their

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heads when they could detail the teenage girl sitting at the controls and wearing a gray, body-fitting uniform.

‘’NANCY?’’

The teenager shook her head slowly, a sober expression on her face.

‘’I am not the Nancy you knew, Angelina. Rather, I am her young timeline twin, born in Timeline ‘B’. The Nancy you knew saved me and my parents from assassins in Montreal when I was just a newborn, then brought me to the past, where I have been growing and training at the base of the Time Patrol. I am now thirteen and have been training for years to eventually become a field agent of the Time Patrol. I will be most happy to serve as your family guide during your visit to Jerusalem ‘B’. It is the least I could do to friends of my big twin. One word of caution to all of you before I bring you to 1952 Jerusalem ‘B’: Natai, the spirit who had inhabited Nancy, has now replaced her as Queen of Jerusalem. While a pure spiritual being serving directly The One, Natai can take any physical shape and appearance she wants and, while serving as Queen of Jerusalem, will look and feel exactly like Nancy was. So, please don’t give away Nancy’s death by going hysterical on seeing what looks like Nancy in Jerusalem. Natai also happens to hold incredible powers as an angel of The One.’’ Angelina nodded soberly her head at those words.

‘’We will keep and protect the secret of Nancy’s death, that I promise, Nancy.’’