The TimeBubble Books 6-10Box Set By JasonAyres Text Copyright © 2020 Jason Ayres All Rights Reserved This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses,places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’simagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons,living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Cover art by http://dani-owergoor.deviantart.com/ This boxset contains the following volumes: VanishingPoint MidlifeCrisis RockBottom MyTomorrow, Your Yesterday Happy NewYear Contents Vanishing Point Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Chapter Twenty-Four Midlife Crisis No Future Modern Life is Rubbish What Difference Does It Make? Second-Hand News Cops and Robbers Fools Gold Nothing in my Way Avenging Angels Friday I’m In Love Perfect Day The Next Life Rock Bottom Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two My Tomorrow, Your Yesterday Epilogue: Death Cancer Fire Sex Lauren Horses Indulgence Work Sarah Stacey London Ibiza Josh Youth Prologue: Birth Happy New Year Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Reviews Also by Jason Ayres The Time Bubble Global Cooling Man Out Of Time Splinters in Time Class of ‘92 About the author Vanishing Point Prologue June 2025 Kaylee was crippled with fear in a way she never had beenbefore. It was the kind of fear that people only felt at the very real prospectof imminent death, and it was consuming her whole body like a slug of poisoncoursing through her veins. She was a lithe, fit woman in her mid-twenties but right nowshe felt as weak and helpless as a frail, old woman. Frantically she tried tosuppress her body’s overwhelming reflex to be physically sick and to summon upthe energy she needed to keep running from her assailant. As she descended the stairs on the fire escape that led downto the ground below, the desire to throw up was too strong and she pausedbriefly, leaning over the metal bannister to projectile vomit over the side. The staircase, behind the superstore, ran all the way fromthe top floor of the car park above to the entrance to the shop below. As thesplatter of her semi-digested breakfast hit the floor some thirty feet below,she heard a woman’s voice further down the stairwell exclaiming, “Disgusting!” That was all very well for her to say, thought Kaylee, butshe hadn’t just seen her husband murdered in cold blood right in front of her. Barely a minute ago, up on the roof, she had seen herbeloved Charlie hit by a futuristic laser weapon that had made him briefly glowan incredibly bright blue before completely vanishing. The unidentified, black-clad and masked assassin had thenturned the weapon on Kaylee but the young woman had been nimble enough to justabout scramble out of the way, leaving her abandoned Sainsbury’s trolley to bezapped into oblivion instead. Despite being utterly traumatised at seeing the love of herlife vaporised right in front of her, her survival instincts had kicked in andshe had ducked behind a large, white Transit van that was pulling out of aparking space close to the sliding glass doors that led to the entrance. From there she had managed to dive through the doors,despite a third thunderous laser blast shot taking out the van and presumablythe unfortunate occupant within it. Desperate to escape, she headed towards thelift doors, but she soon realised there was no escape that way. A crude, handwritten note attached to the lift doorsinformed her it was out of order again, leaving her with a choice of thetravelator or the stairs, a decision which needed to be made in a split second.She opted for the latter, figuring they were less open, making her a moredifficult target for the assassin who she assumed would be coming after her.She could also see that there were people blocking the travelator with theirtrolleys – she would be a sitting duck. As she burst through the doors and began to descend thestairwell, there was only one word in her mind and that was “why?” Was this some random terror attack with some new type ofweapon she had never seen or heard of before? Or was it a premeditated hit and,if so, why was whoever it was targeting her and Charlie? They were just anormal young couple doing their Saturday morning shopping. They didn’t have anyenemies. It had been the most ordinary of days until they had emergedonto the top floor of the car park. Charlie had been pushing the trolley andthey had been chatting amiably about their plans for the weekend. Their friendsJosh, Lauren and Hannah were coming around for dinner and they had just boughteverything they needed, not just the food but also copious amounts of alcohol. That dinner was never going to happen now, she thought, asshe willed herself on, leaping down the stairs, three steps at a time. She wasdesperate for what she hoped would be the relative safety of the store: atleast there were security guards there. Admittedly they were probably more usedto dealing with shoplifters slipping bottles of vodka into their coat pocketsthan assassins with laser guns, but it was better than nothing. These and countless other thoughts whirled through her headin the relatively short time it took to descend the stairs. This couldn’t justbe some random terror attack. There had been other people around at the top ofthe car park, but the assassin had ignored them, focusing solely on her andCharlie. There was no doubt it was the two of them the assassin hadbeen after, and Kaylee knew that escaping through the doors had only given hera temporary respite. She felt a growing feeling of despair welling up insideher at the realisation that her chances of getting out of this alive were slim. Part of her almost didn’t want to escape. Charlie was herwhole life. Without him was it even worth surviving? Should she just give inand accept her fate, like a condemned prisoner at the gallows? But then shewould never know the reason behind all of this, and she doubted that theassassin was going to give her the courtesy of an explanation before blowingher away into oblivion. There was a tiny flicker of hope inside her that perhapsCharlie wasn’t dead. Perhaps the laser beam hadn’t been
