Britney's Crazy Idea
Finn Hudson had been dead for 20 days, dying in his sleep after a night of binge drinking. Emma Pillsbury-Shuester had taken her own life two weeks later. Her husband Will Shuester, leader of William McKinley High School’s Champion glee club New Directions was in the hospital with several injuries.
In addition to those problems there were many others in the close upper class community of Lima, Ohio.
Finn’s former girlfriend Rachel Berry had attempted suicide. His mother Carol Hudson-Hummel and stepfather Congressman Burt Hummel had also been hospitalized. There were other people sick, injured, arrested, missing or just confused.
It was too much for Britney S. pierce to understand-and besides, she was far away in Boston, Massachusetts, thanks to a series of events that made even less sense.
On her Scholastic Aptitude Test months ago she filled in random spaces and drew pictures and somehow got nearly every answer right. On a test for MIT admissions, she doodled on the back and somehow wrote something brilliant.
Now she was a student there, taking classes in subjects she’d never heard of and trying to understand why.
What she didn’t know was that while she was studying, a team of four staff members were studying her.
Physics Professor Dr. Warren Hunt was the leader of the team. He was 57, divorced, graying and balding and bored with life until the unusual project came to his attention.
Graduate student Charlene Hughes was 25 with long dark hair and devoted to the professor. People suspected they were lovers even before his divorce was final two years ago but no evidence ever came to light.Chemistry Professor Henry Moody and biology professor Barnabus Cardozo completed the team. 30 and 28 respectively, both were single, but so devoted to their studies they were not considered as humans, only machines.
Between the four of them, they tracked every development in Britney’s life, looking for a clue to her unusual condition.
Though her grades were terrible and her memory weak, Britney was a singer, dancer and cheerleader. She knew countless songs and detailed choreography. She didn’t qualify as an idiot savant. She had developed a private language. At McKinley that was a joke. At MIT they took that seriously. When they asked her to translate the poem Casey at the Bat into her language it came out grammatically correct and rhymed. It was a real language and more complex than many modern tongues.
Britney had no idea she was being studied, and Boston was very different than Lima. She didn’t need a new lover. She’s had many. She didn’t need a new friend. Only three people ever really qualified as friends: Santana Lopez, Artie Abrams and Sam Evans.
Santana had been her friend since kindergarten and junior cheerleaders class. In her naivete and innocence Britney never understood how lopsided the relationship was. Artie had been her first real boyfriend after dozens, possibly hundreds, of one-night stands, but that had faded into the blur of the past. She suspected Sam only wanted cheap sex with a hot girl after being dumped by a series of others. In any case she had outgrown him.
Her new friend had no interest in sex. He was a man with a name she couldn’t pronounce from a country she’d never y heard of. He said he was a Zen Buddhist and was going to show her how to go into a trance. It was Thursday, June 3, 2013 at about 7 pm when they began to hum, sitting in a lotus position.
Britney’s mind did mental acrobatics when the trance kicked in. The letters of her language began to dance, turning into snakes, reptiles, fish, birds and other creatures. Then everything began to blur until one image shined clear in her mind: Finn Hudson. A second, smaller because of distance, also began to emerge: Emma Pillsbury-Shuester. Then she saw the clock turning slowly backwards, faster with each heartbeat. Pages of the calendar appeared until they stopped on Friday, May, 13, 2013.
Beneath the clocks and pictures in three languages: English, her language, and one more she’d never seen was the message:
YOU CAN BRING US BACK!
Britney snapped out of the trance, kissed the young man and ran from her dorm across town to the campus. Only then did she realize the campus was closed for the night.
It didn’t matter. Her mission was clear. She can build a time machine and save her friends