Oleck

Sheesh, close call. I landed on my feet on a path in the middle of the woods. I spent most of my time travel asleep, but I was awake when I materialized. Three British soldiers came out from the darkness, illuminated only by the moon in the sky. "Is this that rebel we're looking for?" one asked.

"Definitely looks like him."
"I don't know what you're talking about." I said frantically, looking around to see all my options, but knowing very well I couldn't run a few feet before I would collapse. My stomach was killing me from the surgery a couple days ago.

"Take him." the leader of the three said, and one dismounted his horse and pulled my arms behind my back. Then, out from behind a tree a few meters away, I saw an unarmed Oleck walk out. I shook my head wildly. Three armed against one unarmed? Impossible. Oleck snuck back behind the trees, and then, as the British commander muttered something about disregard for authority, Oleck jumped out from the top of a tree and landed right on two of them, knocking them off their horses. I managed to break free of my captor, but only to fall to the ground in pain. I watched as Oleck then proceeded to hold off all three British regulars. But one of them pulled out a gun. I struggled to my feet and grabbeda tree branch. "Good-bye, the officer said to Oleck, but I managed to knock him out in time.

"And good night." Oleck paused to say, but then he was back to taking on the other two. We knocked one of them down, but the other pulled out a gun, smiling mischievously. We had no choice but to surrender.

"How fortunate. Two rebel brats for the price of one." I saw Ludwig walking in from far down the road. He appeared to be about to send me somewhere, probably towards him. "Any last words?"

I looked at Oleck, "you did a good job holding them off."

"Yes, well," he said disappointed, "there's a big difference between 'holding off' and 'winning'. Holding off is easy."

"You didn't have to come help me."

"You're my friend. See you in heaven, buddy." I had other ideas for the moment, however, and as I felt myself being dragged away, I dove onto Oleck. We were both transported through time, but only for a couple seconds, to the place where Einstein stood.

"That was very clever." Einstein said.

"What were you doing?" I asked Oleck, "to make them search for you."

"Oh, the usual, just causing trouble."

"Why? You could have died."

"How many times have you seen me?" he asked.

"Once, 1795."

"Then you'll understand why later. For now, you've probably got to leave," he eyed the mad scientist, "and so do I. See you next time." and he walked off.

"Where are we?" I asked Ludwig.

"June sixteenth, 1775, somewhere in Massachusetts. Why were you sick?"

"Intestinal blockage from the cookie. Where are we going next?"

"Oh," he said casually, "there's a speech I've always wanted to hear." and we were off. Between resting and hand-charging my laptop, I've been busy. That fight only worsened my situation, though, and I think I'm getting weaker.