“WHAT are you doing in my room?”
“I live here!”
“No you don’t! I live here! MY name is on the… deed? lease? Shared leased ownership, I guess. Point is… right now, this place is MINE.”
“We must be leasing from different owners, then. Because… right here, this time is MINE.”
“Who are you anyway? And what do you mean ‘right here, this time'…”
“I’m a time traveler! And MY name is on shared leased ownership to this specific week of history!”
“Well, this is a pretty cool week of history in OTHER places! Do you have to spend it in my house?”
“Yes, actually! The terms of the ownership agreement say that I can only access this time within the constraints of these specific 1000 square feet of the planet Earth. Which just happens to be in this house.”
“Sucks to be you. Hey, it sucks to be me too, though! MY agreement says I can only access this house for one week of the year. And believe me, it’s never a convenient week.”
“Same here. This house sure as heck is never a convenient PLACE for me to access my week of time.”
“Why do you do it, then?”
“Otherwise I’d be paying for nothing at all. And this isn’t exactly an easy contract to get out of.”
“Oh, man, I feel you. Mine either. And I got coerced into it by some of the most aggressively unethical salesmen on the planet!”
“Oh, me TOO. I guess we’re in the same boat, aren’t we. Trapped in this one awful week in this one awful house.”
“Wait. My arrangement is called a 'time-share.’ Is… Is yours called a…”
“A space-share, yeah. And it seems to be the worst thing in every dimension.”
“Landlords suck everywhere, don’t they.”
“Timelords. But yeah.”
Loved this!
Aaa thank you! <3