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- "Now he'll out stare the lightning."

"To be furious is to be frightened out of fear."

Of course, when Shakespeare wrote those lines,

there was plenty about lightning to be frightened of.

Buildings were routinely struck,

and with little understanding

of electricity and grounding techniques,

the results were usually disastrous.

It wasn't until 300 years later,

that electricity was understood better.

Can anyone tell me who conducted one of the first,

and probably most famous electricity experiments?

Corrine?

- Thomas Francois, D'Alibard De France.

In 1752, he held an iron rod in one hand

to obtain an electrical discharge from a storm cloud,

sending sparks to an insulated ground wire

he had in his other hand.

- I think the professor was talking about the kite guy.

- Well, while Corrine is correct about

Monsieur D'Alibard's experiment,

I was indeed speaking of "the kite guy."

Benjamin Franklin, who also,

in 1752, flew a kite in a Philadelphia thunderstorm,

which passed an electrical charge down the length

of its damp string to a key tied to the end of the string,

causing sparks to jump from the key

to Mr. Franklin's other insulated hand.

Electricity is one of the fundamental forces of nature.

And as with many powerful forces,

it has great potential to create...

as well as to destroy.

(electricity zapping)

- Test sequence.

Initiated.

(machine whirring)

- Ever since Corrine told Vaughn that his mother

might have been involved in the accident at Pearadyne...

he's been acting strange.

Today, I saw him sketching a picture of the wormhole,

and someone was going into it.

And he tried to hide it from me.

I think that someone is him.

- You think Vaughn is planning to go in the wormhole? Why?

- To find his mother.

- You're jumping to conclusions.

- Besides, drawing pictures isn't exactly a crime.

- Uh, guys?

- Your gravity sensor.

The wormhole's open.

- Vaughn.

Vaughn... don't go!

- He already went through.

- Josie, don't stand there.

- If the wormhole just opened.

- It can open again.

- Guys--

(electricity zapping)

Whoa.

- G-guys?

- October 4th...

1879?

Okay, so my mom drops me at this boarding school

and I'm thinking it's like all the other places I've gone.

Students...

teachers, principal; you know,

like normal schools... but it's not.

Weird stuff happens here.

Really weird stuff.

And what's this guy doing here?

Is this floating sphere the key to the mystery?

Something's going on and someone's behind it.

And we're gonna get to the bottom of it.

- There is nothing wrong at Blake Holsey High.

(girl screaming)

- No, this can't be...

This can't be 1879.

- Hurry up, you lot.

Get those new students cases upstairs, on the double.

Mr. Avenir is not paying you to dawdle.

- I'm going out front.

- Okay.

New Chichester Preparatory Academy?

What's a Chichester?

- Pardon me, Miss.

(chicken squawking) (Josie gasping)

- If you please.

- I have to get outta here.

Ahh! (Headmistress gasping)

- Ms. Turner, we've been expecting you.

You are Ms. Leslie Turner of Kansas City?

One of our first students

here at New Chichester Preparatory Academy?

I received the telegram yesterday

that you'd be arriving early.

- Uh... yeah, that's right, Principle Durst.

- I believe you mean, Headmistress Durst.

Are those...

waist overalls you are wearing?

- Uh...

Yes, they're very popular out west in... Kansas City.

- We're out east now.

I suggest you change out of that ridiculous outfit

before Mr. Avenir sees you.

- Mr. Avenir?

- Your trunks arrived a few days ago.

You will find them in your room at the top of the stairs.

- That's great.

I just need to check something out in Professor Z...

the science office first.

- You may do so after,

you have changed into more appropriate attire.

- Yeah, but--

- After.

- What an odd child.

- What am I supposed to do with this?

(electricity zapping)

(nervously laughing)

(heels clicking)

- Is everything all right, Miss...

- Uh, Tren-- I mean, Turner.

- Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Turner.

My name is Blake Holsey.

(Josie scoffing)

- Blake Holsey?

- You must be one of the incoming students.

I overheard Headmistress Durst saying to my father

that one had arrived early.

- Oh, yeah, I, I appeared unexpectedly.

- Well, the other student should be along any time now.

- That means I don't have much time.

- For what?

- Oh, to find a friend of mine.

You didn't happen to see another new student?

A boy about my age wandering around

looking like he didn't belong.

- No... however, if you'd allow me

to show you around our new school,

perhaps we can find him together,

Ms. Turner.

- Oh, no, no, no. I--

- And I shan't take no for an answer.

The architecture of the school is modeled after

atypical gentleman's country, estate of Britain.

Mr. Avenir feels that a setting such as that is...

How did he put it?

"More conducive to educational excellence."

- Mr. Avenir, is he the architect?

- Mr. Avenir paid for the construction of the school.

My father is the architect.

Though, Mr. Avenir gave him some very odd plans

and requirements to execute.

- What do you mean by odd?

- Rooms had to face just so.

Air vents had to be positioned here and not there.

The professor's science office

was to have a sub-floor made of palladium,

installed underneath the tile.

- Wait... palladium?

Under the floor of the science office?

That's the least dense metal on the planet.

- Blast!

You just stepped into my photograph.

That film is very expensive, you know.

- I'm very sorry, Mr. Eastman.

(thunder rumbling)

There's a storm coming.

We'd best get inside.

(door knocking)

- Ms. Turner?

(Headmistress Durst tutting)

Very untidy.

New-clear,

Death Weasel?

(watch beeping)

Ahh!

Wh--

What on... earth?

- Blake, have you ever seen any strange events

centered in or around the science office?

- You mean other than a pretty young woman jumping

up and down in the middle of the floor?

- I mean, like unexplained scientific phenomena.

- Listen to you.

Most girls our age are more interested

in art and music than science.

- I think you'll find that I'm not like most girls.

- I can see that.

I uh...

I was never much interested in science.

All that peering into microscopes

and flying kits and storms.

It's not for me.

(electricity zapping)

What is that?

- The vortex.

It's open.

- The what?

- Vaughn?

- Josie, Come on!

- Josie? Who's Josie?

- She's Josie.

- [Blake] She's Ms. Turner.

- Well, she's coming with me.

- Unhand her.

- Unhand yourself.

- Both you guys unhand me.

- Josie, we've all gotta get back to the vortex before...

(electricity zapping)

- It closes.

- So that's how you knew where I was.

- Once we found this photo of you and your boyfriend,

we knew you were stuck in the past.

- He's not my boyfriend.

And how did the wormhole happen in the first place?

- Tell Josie about your father.

- You know I would, if I was talking to her.

- I can't believe you're mad at me.

- I can't believe you thought I'd go through the wormhole

without talking to you about it.

Now of course you jumping to conclusions

is kind of the reason we're all stuck here, now isn't it?

- Guys?

Look at this sandwich.

It is so cute.

- Focus Marshall.

- Oh.

- Vaughn said that his father was doing

some tests down in Pearadyne.

Something to do with those tests must have been

what opened the wormhole to this time.

- Remember last year's production

of the importance of being earnest?

We raided the costume department,

waited for Victor to start another run,

and then we went through.

- We had to fit in here,

otherwise we might risk altering the past.

We can't risk that, right, Josie?

- You think I wanna stay here?

- Guys, I hate to spoil our little costume party here,

but we're stuck here.

There's no open wormhole.

If we don't do something,

we're gonna be stuck munching little mini sandwiches

for the rest of our lives

- Which won't be very long.

The real students are gonna be here soon.

And then our cover is blown.

We've gotta do something.

- Maybe we can open the vortex from this side

- But we need a ton of energy.

Energy, we just... don't have.

- Ahem... Ms. Turner. - Oh, shh.

Josie's boyfriend's coming.

- Blake is not my boyfriend.

- Ms. Turner.

I reported the strange occurrence that happened

in the science office to my father.

He suggested that it may have something to do

with the approaching storm.

An electrical discharge, or some such idea.

- That's right, there's a storm coming.

Blake, would you happen to know where

we might find some sticks, string and cloth?

- I'd assume there'd be some in the basement.

- Show us.

- Certainly Ms. Turner.

- Josie, what's going on?

- The storm. Lightning, thunder.

We're gonna recreate Benjamin Franklin's kite experiment.

- Excuse me, Ms. Turner I--

- Okay!

We're going to build a kite.

We're gonna attach a key to the string.

We're gonna fly it in the storm.

It's gonna get zapped by lightning.

That's gonna zap the palladium floor in Z's office

And we go home.

- Hold on, there's a palladium sub-floor in Z's office?

- That has to be why the vortex is focused there.

- Ms. Turner. I must insist--

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Meanwhile, when we do this experiment with the kite,

how do we avoid, oh, I don't know, getting electrocuted?

- We can attach the kite string

to a non-conductive surface in the office.

- That way the lightning strikes should arc safely

from the key on the string to the floor.

- Will someone please tell me what's going on here!

(Josie sighing)

- My name is Josie Trent.

I'm from the future.

We all are.

And we need your help to get back home.

You believe me, don't you?

- Stand right where you are!

- Oh, hey, it's--

- No, it's not.

- I have just received word from the train station

that my first five students have now arrived.

That coupled with a very interesting discovery

I made earlier, leads me to only one conclusion...

You five are imposters.

- Headmistress Durst, I can explain.

- Yes, you can.

And you will.

The constable is on his way to apprehend you.

- The constable?

- To apprehend us?

- Yes. Mr. Avenir is also on his way.

So if you would all be so kind

as to accompany me to my office.

- Oh!

Blake, please.

- I'm sorry, Miss, I can be of no further assistance to you.

- Some boyfriend.

(thunder rumbling)

No good.

The windows are bolted shut.

- And the door's locked.

- The storm is almost here.

We've gotta get to Z's office.

- Well, I say, when they take us outside,

we make a break for it.

- Yeah, I'm with you.

We'll scatter and meet back in the science office tonight.

(door opening)

- Blake?

- I believe you,

that you're from the future.

- What changed your mind?

- I thought you might want them for your trip home.

(Josie chuckling)

(soft upbeat music)

- Okay, Let her rip.

(thunder rumbling)

- All right, let's do it.

- Okay.

- Amazing.

- Vaughn?

- Yeah. How's it going over there?

- I think we're ready.

I just wanted to say I'm sorry I jumped

to the wrong conclusions about you going into the vortex.

I should have thought things through,

or asked you before things got outta hand.

- Thanks. That means a lot.

- I assure you, Mr. Avenir, The moment I discovered

the fraud that was being perpetrated upon us--

- Upon us, Headmistress?

Don't you mean, upon you?

- Well, uh, yes.

And the moment I discovered the imposters

I detained them and sent for the authorities.

- Don't you worry, Sir.

I'll make sure they're properly taken care of.

(lightning crashing)

They're gone.

- We shall search the school immediately, Mr. Avenir.

- No need.

I know where they are.

(electricity zapping)

- The door!

(door slamming)

- This is the authorities!

Open the door immediately!

- Vaughn, get over here!

- Blake can't hold the door by himself?

- Yes. I can. Go!

- Open it!

- Umph!

- Open this door!

(lightning crashing)

(electricity zapping)

- Vaughn!

(all gasping)

- Ahh!

(electricity zapping)

(thunder rumbling)

- Well, where are they?

- They're gone.

- They must be in the school somewhere.

I'll search upstairs, you search downstairs.

I'll find those rascals if it's the last thing I do.

- Well done Josie.

Mr. Holsey?

You and I need to have a little chat... about your future.

(electricity zapping)

- We did it!

We did it!

(all laughing)

- Wicked! - All right!

- Vaughn.

Where's Vaughn?

(electricity zapping)

- What?

Where am I?

- You're safe, Vaughn.

- Where are the others?

- They've gone on ahead.

- Wait, wait a minute.

They've gone on ahead? Then send me with them!

- I can't.

Until the wormhole opens again, you have to stay hidden.

An important event is about to happen,

and you mustn't interfere.

- Where are we? What year is this?

- 1977.

10 years before you were born.

- Are you sure he came through the vortex with you?

- Maybe he got trapped in 1879.

- There's no record,

either written or photographic, that Vaughn got left behind.

One thing I did discover is that Mr. Avenir,

eventually changed the school's name

from New Chichester to Blake Holley Preparatory Academy

in honor of Blake,

who went on to become a very distinguished science teacher

and later the chairman of the school's board of Governors.

- So... where's Vaughn?

- I don't know.

- Josie...

you're not thinking of doing something rash?

- No, but I'm gonna find him.

- Nothing good will come of this.

(electricity zapping)

(upbeat music)

(vocalizing)

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