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In 2018, during an alien invasion, Steve, Shelly, Michael, Allison, Sarah, Melody, and Alex discovered that they have powers to fix any abnormalities in the space-time continuum. They called themselves the Space Time Menders. They traveled through space and they returned about a year later.

In the year 2020, Steve moved in with Shelly and Michael. Alex, Melody, and Sarah rented an apartment together. Meanwhile, Allison continued to live with her two fathers.

Michael wasn’t making a lot of money from his books. So he took a par-time job, stocking shelves.

“Michael, may I have a word with you?” Daniel, Michael’s supervisor asked.

“What’s up?”

“Management is complaining again.”

“Well, they keep adding to my work. It’s reached the point where I don’t have time to do it all.”

“If they complain one more time, they’re gonna fire you.”

“You gotta be kidding me. I actually need this job.”

On the one hand, Michael would have more time to write. Not to mention that he hated his job. On the other hand, deep down, Michael had doubts that he would earn enough money from his writings.

Michael went to a pub and he drank himself stupid that night. The next day, Michael went grocery shopping. Two days later, Michael went to the mall. While Michael was in the bathroom, he saw a young man cleaning up.

“This is the third place I’ve seen you,” Michael said.

The young man who Michael was talking to worked as a bartender. He also worked as a cashier at Small Mark, and as a janitor at the mall.

“Gotta make a living somehow,” the young man said.

“I hear ya,” Michael said. “I stock shelves as Small Mark. I haven’t seen you work there before yesterday.”

“That’s because I’m new there.”

“I see. Well, sorry to bother you.”

“That’s okay. It’s nice to have a conversation with customers.”

The next day, Michael went to work. When he took his break, he saw the young man, sitting at the table.

“Sup?” Michael asked.

“This is it,” the young man said. The name on the young man’s tag was Tom. “Do you do anything else for a living?”

“I write. I recently published a novel about a group of young people travelling through space, trying to save the world.”

“Cool stuff. I gotta get back to work. Later.”

“Later.”

Michael’s life was pretty mundane. He would get up, take a shower, eat, go to work, come home, eat, go to bed, and repeat the same routine the next day. During those few free moments in between his routine, Michael would go on dating apps and sites. When Michael had a day off, he would get up, eat, take a shower, clean up the house, write, play video games, eat, and go to bed. Michael would also go grocery shopping once a week.

As the days passed, Michael’s writer’s block kept getting worse. As a result, he wrote less and played video games more. The good news, however, was that Michael would get a major change in his routine that would make his life a little less boring.

One day, Michael and Tom were working at Small Mark and they went on their break.

“You look like shit,” Tom said.

“That’s because it’s the same old shit every day,” Michael said.

“I’m a part of a boxing club. Why don’t you check it out?”

“Might as well.”

A few nights later, Tom brought Michael to the boxing club.

“How long have you’ve come here?” Michael asked.

“About a few months,” Tom said.

The club was located in a warehouse. There were wrestling mats in the middle of the warehouse, surrounded by chairs. A young man with dark hair stood on the mats.

“Listen up,” The Young Man said. “I see a few new faces here. So, allow me to introduce myself. I’m Frank Moody and this is the League of Ordinary Gentlemen.

“The first two rules of the L.O.G is, don’t talk about the L.O.G. The third rule of the L.O.G is you do not talk about the L.O.G. Only two men per fight and only one fight at a time. Don’t kick your opponent while he’s down. Low blows, spitting, and hair pulling will not be tolerated. When you enter a fight, there at no shoes, belts, hoody’s, t-shirts, long-sleeve shirts, or jackets. If this is your first night at the League of Ordinary Gentlemen, you have to fight.”

“So, this is a real fight club,” Michael said.

“Yeah, but we can’t call it that,” Tom said.

“Why not?”

“Because we want to avoid a potential lawsuit for copyright infringement.”

Michael’s first match was against Tom. While Michael had superhuman strength, Tom was very fast. That’s why Tom managed to punch Michael a few times in the face. Tom also managed to kick Michael in the stomach a few times. Michael tackled Tom out of frustration, but Tom was just too quick; he managed to step to the side of Michael’s tackle. However, when Tom was still within arm’s reach, so Michael punched Tom in the face, knocking him out.

The crowd just stood in shock, but they cheered two seconds later.

“Is there a doctor in here?” Frank asked the crowd.

The next day, Michael went to work with two black eyes, and a swollen lip.

“Jesus Christ, what the fuck happened?” Richard asked.

“I was assaulted last night,” Michael said.

“Are you okay?”

“I feel great, actually.”

“I won’t have my employees coming in, looking like that. Why don’t you take a few days off to heal? I’ll pay you for today.”

“Okay.”

Ever since that fight, Michael’s problems seemed miniscule. Even when Michael returned home, his mother and his sister were freaking out that somebody beat him up, but that didn’t bother him.

Michael returned to work four days later.

“Welcome back, Michael!” Daniel said. “How are you feeling?”

“Pretty good,” Michael said.

“That’s good to hear. Can I see you in my office before you start your day? But clock in first.”

“No problem.”

Michael clocked in and he headed toward the office.

“Sup?” Michael asked.

“We have some concerns about your performance,” Daniel said. “First, you tend to take your breaks when the store is busy.”

“I’m entitled to my breaks.”

“Yes, you are. But you can’t take your breaks when the store is busy.”

“But the store is always busy.”

“Secondly, when you see a mess, you need to clean it up.”

“Even though we have a cleaner for that.”

“Finally, you’ve been using the bathroom a lot.”

“Okay. I’ll get a doctor’s note.”

The next day, Michael was at work, stocking shelves. He saw some water on the floor. So, Michael grabbed some paper towel from the men’s washroom and he wiped it.

“Michael, what are you doing?” Richard asked.

“You said if I saw a mess, I need to clean it up,” Michael said. “So, I did.”

“Yes. But we also have cleaners for that. This behavior is unacceptable.”

“I understand.”

While Michael remained calm, he wanted to punch Richard in the face.

To deal with his anger, Michael went to the League of Ordinary Gentlemen at least twice a week. It was a form of therapy for Michael.

One evening Steve returned home from work. Shelly was also working that evening, so Michael was babysitting.

“Thanks for babysitting,” Steve asked.

“Not a problem,” Michael said. “Anyway, I got a question. What’s your grandfather’s name?”

“Frank. Why?”

“I met a guy whose name is Frank Moody. He’s about 18 or 19.”

“So?”

“Do you think that guy is your grandfather, but younger?”

“I’m assuming you think my grandfather time traveled. Maybe he did. Then again, this could be a coincidence. It wouldn’t hurt to find out for sure.”

Two nights later, Michael took Steve to the League of Ordinary Gentlemen.

“What is this?” Steve asked.

“It’s a real life fight club,” Michael said. “Except we can’t call it a fight club to avoid copyright infringement.”

Frank walked toward Steve.

“You look familiar,” Frank said. “Have we met?”

“I don’t think so,” Steve said. “Then again, this is a small city.”

“That’s true. Welcome to the League of Ordinary Gentlemen.”

Frank walked away.

“Is he your grandfather?” Michael asked.

“No, he isn’t,” Steve said. “He’s my great-grandfather, Frank Moody Sr. I remember seeing photos of him in our family albums.”

A few days later, Steve spoke to Michael and Shelly.

“So, I talked to my grandfather,” Steve said. “His father served in the Korean War. He was presumed dead, but his body was never found.”

“So, he must have fallen through a time portal,” Shelly said.

“If that’s the case, we’ll have to bring Great-Grandpa back to his time.”

“I don’t think the just three of us can do this,” Michael said.

At that point, but smiles came over all of their faces.

“It looks like the Space Time Menders are getting back together,” Steve said.

One week later, the Space Time Menders gathered together at Michael and Shelly’s house. Steve explained the situation to everyone.

“So, are you just gonna just tell your great-grandfather about us?” Shelly asked.

“That’s exactly what I’m going to do,” Steve said. “He may deny everything, but he can’t forever. Once we convince my great-grandfather who we are, we can send him back to his time.”

“I just thought of something,” Melody said. “You said that your great-grandfather was presumed dead and his body was never found. That’s because he ended up in our time. If we send him back, we could alternate the timeline in ways we can’t imagine.”

“And there’s no way of knowing what would happen without the reality engine.”

“I guess that means we do nothing then,” Sarah said.

“I guess not,” Steve said.

“So, this was a waste of time then.”

“Not really. We’ve been all so busy, it’s nice for us to get together once in a while.”

“This would make a terrible story,” Michael said. “It would be an anti-climatic story with a loose plot.”

“I don’t think so,” Alex said. “If all of this was a story, the readers….yeah, you’re right. This would be a terrible story. Who’s up for some bowling?”

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