Ella`s Story
My Love From The Future
BOOK FOUR

Chapter 2 : French Polynesia Christmas Vacation

Episode 35 : December 26-30 2020 Saturday - Wednesday 10th grade

Copyright © 2019-2025 Gary Brandt. All rights reserved.

The California sun blazed overhead as the sleek Learjet taxied across the tarmac at San Diego International Airport.

Inside the waiting van, Melanie adjusted her sunglasses and watched as the aircraft`s door opened.

The three girls—Ella, Roxana, and Patricia—descended the steps with Mr. Danvers and Commander Beaker close behind, their faces showing the peculiar mixture of excitement and fatigue that comes with unexpected adventure. "Welcome to San Diego," Commander Beaker said as they settled into the air-conditioned vehicle.

His weathered face bore the practiced smile of someone accustomed to managing unusual operations.

"I know this isn`t how any of you planned to spend Christmas vacation, but I promise you—this will be unlike anything you`ve ever experienced." The hotel conference room buzzed with nervous energy as the full expedition team gathered for the first time.

Commander Beaker stood at the front, his military bearing evident even in civilian clothes.

"Thank you all for agreeing to spend your holidays with us.

I won`t lie—the next six days will test you in ways you can`t imagine." He gestured toward a large map of the Pacific.

"We`ve been receiving reports of strange anomalies in French Polynesia.

Our mission is threefold: aerial reconnaissance with state-of-the-art surveillance equipment, psychic reconnaissance with our sensitives, and—" his stern expression softened slightly, "some much-needed rest and recreation." As he began introductions, Ella found herself studying the assembled group.

The sensitives were an eclectic mix: John Jacobson, whose calloused hands spoke of years working with electrical systems; Henry Schmidt, whose analytical gaze suggested an engineer`s mind constantly calculating; Jennifer Eubanks, who carried herself with the quiet confidence of someone comfortable with large animals; Karen Sutherland, whose patient demeanor marked her as a natural teacher; and Rebekah García, whose keen eyes seemed to take in everything with a nurse`s practiced assessment. The students were closer to Ella`s own age, though she sensed undercurrents of mystery around several of them.

Admiral Paul Rodriguez cut an imposing figure beside his daughter Patricia, their resemblance unmistakable despite Patricia`s unusual albino coloring. "So how exactly are we getting to the middle of the Pacific?" Robert Danvers asked, his practical nature showing through. Commander Beaker`s smile turned slightly predatory.

"Here`s our itinerary, though it may change depending on what we discover." He outlined their journey: an afternoon in San Diego, then an overnight flight to Fiji, crossing the international date line.

From there, helicopter transport to an aircraft carrier positioned strategically in international waters. "Monday is our work day," he continued.

"An E-2D Hawkeye will conduct primary reconnaissance while we follow in a C-2A cargo transport.

Fair warning—carrier takeoffs are...

memorable." The mention of launching from a ship sparked nervous laughter from some team members.

Ella noticed Patricia and Eileen exchanging glances, and suddenly their thoughts leaked into the psychic spectrum. "I like him," Patricia`s mental voice was clearly audible to anyone with sensitivity. "Which one?" Eileen responded telepathically. "The one with the arms." "I like his arms too.

He`s an electrician—must get exercise climbing poles and stuff." "Shut up! You girls are ridiculous," Ella projected, mortified. John Jacobson`s amused voice suddenly resonated in all their minds: "Be careful, girls.

We`re sensitives, remember? We can hear your telepathy." Rebekah García`s knowing smile confirmed she`d caught the entire exchange. "Oh shit! Sorry, John.

I apologize.

My girls are idiots sometimes," Ella thought back desperately.

"Girls, put up your filters and stop broadcasting stupid stuff!" The helicopter flight to the carrier was Ella`s first glimpse of how vast the Pacific truly was.

What initially appeared to be a toy ship on the horizon gradually resolved into a floating city, its deck bustling with controlled chaos.

The aircraft carrier USS Abraham Lincoln represented American naval power at its most impressive. "Isn`t this a strange location for a carrier?" Mr. Danvers shouted over the helicopter`s rotor noise. Commander Beaker`s expression grew serious.

"It is, and we have to be careful.

There are tensions between the French colonial government, the Polynesian Territorial Assembly, and New Zealand.

None of them would appreciate knowing why U.S.

warships are operating in these waters.

We`re staying well outside the target area—more than an hour`s flight time.

We`ll conduct our reconnaissance quickly and leave before anyone asks uncomfortable questions." That evening, Melanie led their briefing in the carrier`s conference room.

The space was utilitarian, all metal surfaces and fluorescent lighting, but it felt oddly secure.

"Tomorrow morning, we execute our mission.

Tonight, I want you to clear your minds completely.

Meditate, relax, do whatever helps you achieve mental clarity.

Most importantly, don`t form any preconceptions about what we`re looking for." She distributed sketch pads and pencils.

"When we reach the target area, don`t rely on your normal senses.

Feel with whatever gift brought you here, and record your impressions.

No talking—not even telepathically.

Let your minds work in isolation." Her tone became more serious.

"The food here is excellent, but when we`re in the mess deck, don`t interact with the crew.

They don`t know why we`re here, and they don`t need to know.

Our escorts will keep the sailors at a respectful distance." The next morning`s breakfast in the Aft Mess was a study in controlled tension.

The expedition team sat together, aware of curious glances from the ship`s crew but maintaining their cover as a civilian research group. The C-2A Greyhound cargo plane squatted on the flight deck like a mechanical pelican, its twin turboprops spinning lazily.

As they strapped in, Ella noticed Roxana`s knuckles were white where she gripped her seat. "First carrier takeoff?" John Jacobson asked kindly. Roxana nodded, unable to speak. "It`s like the world`s most intense roller coaster," he assured her.

"Over before you know it." He was right.

The catapult launch pressed them deep into their seats, then suddenly they were airborne, the carrier shrinking rapidly below.

Roxana`s brief shriek of terror dissolved into nervous laughter. The flight stretched endlessly over empty ocean, broken only by occasional coral atolls.

Ella and Helana dozed, while others pressed their faces to the small windows.

After an hour, Melanie`s voice cut through the engine noise: "Prepare for reconnaissance.

Remember—feel, don`t think." As the aircraft began its slow circles, the team focused intently on their sketch pads.

One by one, they began writing and drawing.

Patricia and Rebekah swayed rhythmically, as if hearing music no one else could detect. Then chaos erupted. "What the hell?" the pilot`s voice crackled through the intercom.

"Bogey! Port side, two hundred yards! What the— It`s gone! Did anyone else see that?" "I did," Rebekah said breathlessly.

"Greenish sphere with a metallic surface." Patricia`s face lit up with pure joy.

"That`s not a metallic surface—that`s her skin.

She`s alive! She`s a friend of mine.

She just popped into our phase slot to say hello." "Alive? Phase slot?" Henry Schmidt`s engineer mind was clearly reeling.

"What are you talking about?" Melanie`s sharp warning cut through the excitement: "Be careful what you say.

Some of this information is classified." Patricia waved dismissively.

"Yeah, whatever.

I`ll explain everything after we land, assuming Melanie gives me clearance.

Right now, I`m just happy to see her again." The return journey—carrier landing, helicopter transfer, arrival in Fiji—passed in a blur of adrenaline and exhaustion.

Patricia rushed to embrace Admiral Rodriguez, who had remained in Fiji to avoid complications of having an extra flag officer aboard the carrier. The hotel conference room in Suva had been thoroughly swept and secured.

Military police flanked the doors while technicians completed their electronic countermeasures.

As the team assembled, the sensitives received additional security briefings. Melanie stood before a table covered with the sketch pads they`d completed during the flight.

"The AWACS reconnaissance detected nothing unusual—just the expected uninhabited atoll.

Your psychic impressions, however, tell a very different story." She looked around the room.

"Margaret, you`ve been quiet this entire trip, and your sketch pad is blank.

Would you start us off?" Margaret Wilson shifted uncomfortably.

"I feel useless.

I did sense things, saw images, but I think they`re secondhand—picking up what the other girls are seeing through our telepathic link.

I don`t think I contributed anything original." "Don`t apologize," Melanie said firmly.

"We need a control group, a baseline to validate our findings.

Your lack of direct impressions is just as valuable as positive results.

It confirms we`re not dealing with mass hallucination." She turned to Henry.

"What did you detect?" The engineer consulted his notes.

"No visual images, but I got a distinct smell—like electronic components overheating and burning out.

Emotionally, I felt shock, profound sadness, and desperate urgency.

Something catastrophic happened there." Jennifer Eubanks nodded thoughtfully.

"I saw an island with a large central lagoon, but that might be because I`m familiar with the area`s history.

I know what happened there decades ago." John Jacobson leaned forward.

"I saw something remarkable—multiple images superimposed.

One showed the current uninhabited atoll, but overlaying it were massive industrial structures, and aircraft or spacecraft moving between them." He looked directly at Patricia.

"You`re smiling.

You know what I saw, don`t you?" Patricia took a deep breath.

"If Melanie gives permission, I can explain everything." At Melanie`s nod, Patricia continued.

"You won`t believe this, but I was there when I was eight years old.

Those buildings are manufacturing facilities—mostly birthing chambers.

The UFO that flew past our plane? I named her Fluffy when she was born there.

I played with her when she was just a puppy, about the size of a beach ball, covered in white fur that falls off as they mature." The room fell silent. "The UFO I lived in, that raised me, was Fluffy`s mother.

She came here to give birth.

Fluffy`s grown now, working as a transport.

She was heading to Mount Adams when she detoured to say hello." Rebekah García found her voice first.

"So you`re...

extraterrestrial? What species? Where are you from?" Patricia laughed.

"I`m from Washington, D.C., and I`m as human as anyone here.

But I was taken from my mother`s womb before birth and raised aboard a UFO with other children.

We were genetically modified—hybrids.

The modifications caused my albinism, which they considered a defect." Her voice hardened.

"They were going to terminate me, but my father—the Admiral—saved me.

Sort of a reverse abduction." Karen Sutherland`s teacher instincts kicked in.

"What do you mean by `terminate`?" "The ET assholes were going to kill her," Ella stated bluntly. "Let`s keep this civil," Commander Beaker interjected.

"The extraterrestrial moral framework differs from ours.

We shouldn`t judge—" "Their moral framework is wrong, and they are assholes," Roxana interrupted firmly. Melanie sighed.

"We understand your position.

Karen, what were your impressions?" "Confusing images.

A brilliant flash of light, then a ribbon of light extending into space with explosions along its length.

I felt the same fear and urgency Henry described." Jennifer straightened.

"I might be able to clarify that.

After World War II, this area was used for hydrogen bomb testing.

There are also theories that it`s a vortex point where energy from different dimensions converges, creating a pathway for faster-than-light travel.

If hydrogen bombs detonated at such a location..." "Exactly," Helana said quietly.

"I saw this in our historical downloads.

The extraterrestrials were working in a different temporal phase, where those buildings exist.

They didn`t notice the atomic testing until the first bomb exploded.

The blast energy extended into adjacent time phases and traveled down the vortex filaments—like cosmic wormholes—destroying everything in its path.

Multiple worlds were affected." Henry Schmidt stared at her.

"How could you possibly know that? Who are you really?" Helana considered her words carefully.

"Right now, I`m just a teenage girl.

But a few years ago, I was a dimensional traveler from approximately five hundred million years in your future, here on a history field trip.

I got trapped when my body absorbed too much energy from this dimension and became too dense to return home.

Commander Beaker saved my life with technology that transformed me into the Earth girl you see now." Henry`s engineering mind was spinning.

"These different universes, time domains, vortex filaments—can you explain the mechanics?" "I`ll try, though I don`t fully understand it myself.

Physical existence requires both space and time.

Space is static, like individual frames of film.

Time is oscillatory—it vibrates up and down like a sound wave, trillions of times per second.

There are moments when we exist fully, and moments when we don`t exist at all.

But like a movie where still frames create the illusion of motion, we only experience our existence phase." She warmed to the subject.

"Each oscillation is divided into approximately sixty-four time slices.

We exist on only one slice.

The other sixty-three contain different realities.

Large objects like planets and stars maintain synchronization across slices due to their temporal inertia.

But smaller things—buildings, people, spacecraft—can vary dramatically between slices." Henry`s eyes lit up.

"Time Division Multiplexing! That`s how cell phones work—multiple conversations sharing one carrier wave, each with its own time slice.

Reality has an engineer behind it." He leaned forward eagerly.

"Do you know the mechanism for de-multiplexing the time division?" Helana shook her head.

"That`s beyond what I learned in school.

I doubt my teachers understood it either." Melanie gathered the sketch pads.

"This is an enormous amount of information to process.

Ella, anything to add?" "I think our team synchronized unconsciously, so we all saw similar things." Eileen perked up.

"We saw the furry puppies! Hundreds of them.

I want to slip time slices and pet them." "Absolutely not," Patricia said sharply.

"Without proper technology, you could get stuck in the wrong phase, or end up in a void with no atmosphere." "I was joking," Eileen protested.

"You`re so literal." "Patricia," Rebekah asked casually, "did you ever visit Skinwalker Ranch in your travels?" Patricia`s face went pale.

"Oh, no.

We were forbidden even to speak that name.

Very bad place.

Don`t go there.

Bad things follow you home." "Alright," Melanie concluded.

"Remember your security oaths—nothing discussed here leaves this room.

Now let`s enjoy our vacation.

I`ll see you all back home." Henry raised his hand.

"One more question.

A hydrogen bomb is tiny compared to stellar explosions.

Why did it cause such widespread damage?" "Because it detonated in the mouth of a filament and was channeled to the other end," Patricia explained.

"There are filaments that pass through stars too, but we don`t use those routes.

Our ships would be incinerated." "Please, just one more," Henry pressed.

"Every spacecraft I`ve seen is metallic with engines that would kill unshielded life forms.

How can a living being travel through space without propulsion?" Patricia smiled.

"Animals contain metals too.

Sodium, calcium, iron.

Just because most proteins burn at low temperatures doesn`t mean evolution can`t create compounds that glow red-hot without combustion.

Never underestimate what evolution can achieve."

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Ella and Helena find themselves in spirit form under a bridge during near-death experiences from food poisoning, where they witness a suicidal overdose attempt by Jenna, a former classmate struggling with severe drug addiction. After recovering from their comas, Ella feels compelled to help save Jenna despite the enormous challenges of addiction recovery, leading to a coordinated intervention effort involving her family's resources and professional support team.

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