"Are you kidding?! This is disgusting!" I yelled when I saw the state of the motel room.

I had seen a lot of nasty things in my visions or should I rather say in the future but this room managed to top it all. It was obvious that nobody had done any renovation in at least a few decades. The flowery wallpaper was stained and peeled off in some places and the old, worn out, wooden furniture seemed like it would break apart just by looking at it the wrong way.
And if that wasn't already bad enough there was also this smell, a horrible stench of old cigarette smoke, sweet, urine and something else I didn't even wanted to figure out what it was, lingered in the air, making me feel nauseous.

"Well at least it's cheap." Preston shrugged and flung himself, onto one of the two queen sized beds. It loudly creaked and ached under his weight, making me worry that it may break into pieces.

How does he managed to be so cheerful, even in a place like this? Even though I didn't understand his positive outlook on our situation I still had to admit that he was kinda right. The room was disgusting but for the price you couldn't really complain.

That was what I thought until I went over to the other bed, I had been planning on sleeping in and lift up the blanket. There were all kinds of nasty stains and even hair on the mattress cover. "I'm not going to sleep in that!" I squealed and stepped away from it, feeling extremely disgusted by even having touched it.

"Well I wouldn't recommend sleeping in the bathtub either." Peter, who had just came out of the bathroom commented. With a raised eyebrow Preston rolled onto his side, prop his head up on his hand and aske his friend if it was really that bad.
The taller man slowly nodded. "Yeah. It's almost as bad as Chicago."
With a mortified expression Preston rolled back onto his back and stared up at the ceiling."Oh fuck, man. Don't remind me of that." He mumbled under his breath and layed his hand over his face.

Seeing Preston's mood change so quickly got me curious. How could something be possibly worse then this filthy motel we are currently staying at?
I found myself unable to hold my tongue so I asked, "Was Chicago really that bad?"
Instead of an explanation they just quickly looked at each other and then Peter grumbled, "What happens in Chicago stays in Chicago."

Getting the feeling that I wouldn't get much more out of either of them I just rolled my eyes and snappish replied, "Pretty sure that's Vegas but sure what ever."
With a exasperated sigh I sat down on the old wooden table near the door, not wanting to awkwardly stand around but also feeling too disgusted by the the room to touch anything else.

"Anyway... could you guys finally explain to me what the hell is going on? I mean time travel, seriously?!" Preston turned his head towards me and shrugged. "Well yeah that's exactly what it is. Pretty cool right?" He said, while grinning from ear to ear, like a child that's waiting to be praised by his parents.

I was about to aske for further explanation when Peter interrupted me.
"To be more accurate, I can travel back in time and Preston can stop time, at least for a certain period of time." He dryly explained. It wasn't really what I wanted to know but it was still somewhat useful to know so I just nodded.
"Okay but how does it work?" I asked, hoping that a more specified question would get me a better explanation on the matter. But once again I got disappointed when insted Preston replied, "Well you gotta concentrate and visualize where you wanna go."
"Or rather when." Peter threw in, looking just as emotionless as always. Preston nodded in agreement and then continued, "Yeah true. It's more like a when then a where. But you still gotta be really careful about where you end up, because if you aren't you can end up in mid air or inside of a wall. Oh or a-"

At that point I zoned out what Preston was saying because I genuinely didn't want to hear all horrible things that could go wrong when time traveling. I was already afraid enough of it, besides there was no way I was ever going to do it willingly. The only thing I was really interested in was how I could keep those shifts between reality under control or maybe even how to permanently shut it off.

Sure time travel sounded really exciting and cool, but with all that I had seen, specially the last few times, I was hundred percent done with it. If it were all just in my head I could have maybe lived with it but with the knowledge that it was actually real it had turned from watching a horror movie to being a part of one.
Those two close calls so far where a real eye opener to what could all go wrong.

Having had enough of Preston's self monologuing I interrupted him. "That's not what I fucking mean. All I want to know is how it works so I can get rid of it!" For a brief moment they were stunned by my sudden out burst and starred at me like I had grown a second head.
But then they looked at each other. It almost seemed like they were talking telepathically.

After what felt like an eternity Preston turned towards me and said, "You can't get rid of it. It's like trying to hold back the need to piss. If you don't use your powers for an extended period of time it will just lose control and you end up at a random point in time." At first I didn't want to believe what he had just told me but when I noticed the pained look on his face I realized that he probably must have had the same wish as me.

I was still trying to process the revolution when Preston suddenly jumped up from the bed and cheerfully started babbling again. "But hey, time traveling isn't so bad! You just have to learn how to control it and then we can do all kinds of cool stuff." He said with a wide grin, probably hoping that this would somehow convince me that this nightmarish powers were something positive.

Peter shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Preston how often do I have to tell you we shouldn't mess with time?" The blond grumbled, seemingly annoying by having had this kind of conversation with his friend multiple times already. "Oh come on! I mean I get then we can't do stuff in the past because it could cause a butterfly effect and shit, but the future is a completely different thing!" Preston argued back but Peter again shook his head.
"No. We have no idea what kind of problems it could cause if we mess with the future."

"Oh come on! It's the future! It's not set in stone, so it doesn't really matter if we change it." Preston argued and then started listing of all the things that we could do with such an opportunity.
But Peter rebuffed all his ideas and tried to point out how dangerous it could be to play around with time no matter if it was the past or the future.

"I need some fresh air." I exclaimed, feeling to exhausted to care if either of them had heard me.