The Extremely Happy Time Machine

Previously

…The clatter and din of the feast grew louder as they approached, a cacophony of medieval revelry. Flikker’s hand tightened in Lily’s. He looked like a small bird about to be thrown back into a storm. But this time, he wasn’t alone. And perhaps, just perhaps, that made all the difference in the world. He took a shaky breath, and a faint, almost imperceptible, hint of his painted smile began to return. The journey back to their own time was still uncertain, but for the first time since they’d arrived, a genuine sense of hope, as fragile as the jester’s bells, began to chime.