This is a continuation of The Mary Sue Experiments, which was published in 2008. At the end of the story, Hogan, Hochstetter and Klink were thrown forward into our time. I'm still waiting for a resolution. Meanwhile, another author, Oboe, got a hold of the time travel device, and went back to Stalag 13 for an adventure. She then passed it on to another "unsuspecting" author...

written by: Snooky-9093 (Susan) with help from her sister, Ruth

Chapter one

"What is this? The Sisterhood of the Traveling Time Travel Device?" This comment was made to no one in particular. The only other living being in my house at the time I received the device, which was lovingly wrapped in a very nice box, was my dog; and all she did was wag her tail and tilt her head. This of course was very cute, so I put down the box and got her a treat.

I returned to the gift. After placing the pouch and watch on the table, I rummaged through the tissue paper. "Aha! A note!" Hope you enjoy your adventure in the past as much as I did. Oboe.

"Cute!"

Now, I am a skeptic. I don't believe in ghosts, the supernatural, paranormal activities or poltergeists. I enjoy science fiction, I tend to think scrambling molecules, rather than taking a bus, is a bit far-fetched. And time travel…well, with all due respect to Einstein, it tends to give me a headache. Although, I did think Star Trek's time travel episodes were the best.

I read The Mary Sue Experiments about two years ago, and I enjoyed Oboe's little "adventure." So…someone actually came up with a fake watch. Was there a picture of it on the group page? Can't remember. Well, whatever…Oboe…such a nice person…obviously sent this to me to cheer me up. I haven't been writing, or using the computer much, which is rather depressing. Not even in one of my notebooks. My muse took a hike. I wonder who sent it to her? Another Canadian writer most likely. (They are so polite!)

Curious, I turned it over. Just like Oboe had described, there was a rear compartment. "Someone went to a lot of trouble," I muttered. I opened up the back. "Cool." There was the tool! I started to fiddle around with the watch; setting certain periods for fun. December 7, 1941. No. Hogan probably wasn't there. . May 8, 1945? Hopefully liberated. I chuckled. I know. I'm attempting to write a Boswell and Garrett sequel that takes place in February 1945. But like I said, I'm stuck. February 20, 1945. Maybe looking at the watch will inspire great thoughts! But for now, I need to get dressed and get the day going. I placed the watch and box on the desk next to my notebook and headed upstairs.

Well, the watch was working. I managed to write a bit each night now for 2 weeks. This put me in a better mood, especially when I reread some of what I had written, and laughed at my sense of humor. And now my sister was coming to visit, so perhaps I would be able to get some of the first chapters typed in. Yup. Life is good!

Ruth, who finds everything I write freaking hilarious (at least the comedies) was again, laughing hard at Boswell and Garrett's antics. This morning, she was seated at the desk, her usual cup of tea in her left hand, right hand on the mouse. She had just typed in chapter one and was checking it over.

"Any idea where this is going?" she asked.

"Not a clue." I replied. "I just keep going and hope for the best. I actually ended up crossing out four pages, because I changed my mind about something to do with Newkirk and Carter. I don't think it makes sense."

She nodded. "Okay. Go with your instinct. Hey, what's this?" She picked up the watch.

"Crap, I forgot to tell you about that. Remember Oboe, the woman from Canada who wrote that great story last year?"

"Executions?" Ruth took another sip of her tea.

"Yes, that's her. She sent me this. It's a prop that was something like they all wrote about in the Mary Sue Experiments. She wrote a sequel because she wasn't around then and wanted a chance to travel back to Stalag 13." I put quotes around travel. "She said at the end of it that she would pass it on to other authors. I guess I was the first! Isn't it cool?"

"February 1945!" Ruth exclaimed. "You couldn't pick the summer?"

"No. I wanted it to inspire me because I was stuck with this story. And it worked."

"How do you set it?"

"Wasn't easy. Just leave it." I was touching her shoulder, when Ruth absentmindedly rubbed the front of the watch.