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A Day of Terror: The Sagas of 11th September 2001

by Frank Senauth

162 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #02-0785; ISBN 1-55395-071-2; US$19.50, C$22.95, EUR16.00, £11.00

A time-travelling journalism student returns to the fateful events of 11th September 2001 in order to learn more about the tragedy.

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About the Book Rachel Woodhouse, a young journalism student studying at the University of Toronto is given an opportunity to write about the 11th of September 2001. Rachel realizes she must create her very best efforts for her assignments. She knows she must use her gift of time to go back to that fateful day - to investigate that Day of Terror.

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About the Author Frank Senauth was born in Guyana, South America. As a young man his dream was to write. After studying and working in England, he emigrated to Canada in 1973, where, after retiring in 1986, he took up his dream of writing full-time. Senauth has written several novels with Trafford Publishing. Also by Frank Senauth: To Save the Titanic from Disaster II A Cry for Help - The Fantastic Adventures of Elian Gonzales A Wish to Die - A Will to Live The Command (Segments of the War in Iraq 2003) Cold Days of the Snipers

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Chapter One

It was the end of September 2001 and Rachel Woodhouse a young lady from the future, slim, tall, green eyes, brown hair, and 18 years of age. Rachel had arrived in Toronto to study journalism in the University of Toronto. She really wanted to be one of Canada's best writers - but no one knew that she would be in all the stories she wrote, and that's the only way her stories would become real to the whole world. She was born with magic powers to do so. She went on several great adventures before where her stories would hit the airwaves and also the public. She also helped others to be more productive, but no one would be able to remember her in her time of deed.
     It was Thursday afternoon and Professor Andrews of the University of Toronto gave his last words to the class that afternoon.
     "I will not see you all until Tuesday, so I want you all to write a story or an article about the terror on the 11th September, in New York City. So I hope you'll write something intelligent about the information you have been getting on television and in the newspapers. Do your best! See you back here on Tuesday," Professor Andrews told the whole class from behind his desk.
     Then all the classroom got ready to leave. Professor Andrews gazed at all the students as they left the classroom. As Rachel Woodhouse passed his desk. "Good luck, Miss Woodhouse," he told her. She was his favourite student. She always presented the best homework to him, and he always thought she was somewhat special, but he did not know how special she was.
     "Thank you, sir," she said and left the classroom. Rachel knew she had to get to work. She arrived after a few minutes to the University dormitory, and she met Betty her roommate. Betty was getting ready to go home as she lived just several miles away from the city of Toronto. She usually went home when there was a public holiday
     "So you have a nice weekend, Betty," Rachel told her with a smile.
     "Thank you, Rachel, and you have a nice weekend, also," Betty said and left the room.
     Rachel knew as soon as Betty was out of the room, she would also be on her way. Now she would have to work out a system for herself - where she knew if she were going to write about the terror in New York City, she would also have to experience what really happened in a day of terror of 11th September 2001.
     Five minutes later Rachel changed into her going out clothing, her black leather skirt, green pullover, black stockings and black boots, and her small handbag that was strapped around her shoulders. Now all she needed to go was to say the words - so as to get her where she wanted to go, and that was to New York City on the 11th September 2001.
     She had left her home town, Winnipeg, leaving behind her adopted mother, Mary Woodhouse, and her best friend, Judy Thomas. She missed her life in Winnipeg also her favourite programs on channel 5 television. She knew that some day she would return to her beloved home town when she had learnt her craft. She would write about all she knew and she would be one of Canada's best writers. She really missed her mother and her best friend, Judy, who was black. Rachel realised that now she had a special duty, a duty of time and love. She was given a gift of love and she'd use her gift of love to the best of her ability. The day of terror had come and gone. Now she would do the investigation and make her very important writing known to the whole world. Ra-chel remembered how her day of triumph all started.

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     It was 1992 when she was just eight years of age, her beloved mother, Mary Woodhouse took her on a special trip from Winnipeg to Toronto. It was Rachel's eight birthday and her mother wanted to show her love and appreciation for her only daughter. Everything was about to change shortly and Rachel would know where she belonged. She belonged in a world that was different to other people - she had a gift of time, a gift of love that she would have to use in her time of life.
     They checked in their baggage at the Ontario counter in Winnipeg, then they went to the waiting room to wait for their flight to be called for them to go on board. Rachel and her mother sat on a long bench in the waiting room. Rachel was looking at all the people around her in the waiting room. She felt uneasy and her left hand went from side to side. She wished they would call for their flight and she would feel the thrill of flying for the first time. Then she felt she touched someone to her left. She gazed quickly to her left. She had no idea that some one was there. She wanted to apologise - but to her surprise she saw an Indian Chief. He looked like an Indian Chief and he was dressed like one. She had seen Indian Chiefs on the television before - but not up close. This was the first time. He was tall, stout, and elderly. He wore a feathered hat and a brown Indian outfit. She had seen Indian people before, but not an Indian Chief up close at her side and she reacted instantly.
     "Wow! I am sorry, sir," Rachel said humbly, looking at the Indian Chief steadily.
     "Do not be sorry, little Rachel," the Indian Chief told her.
     "So, sir, how do you know my name?" Rachel asked.
     "Yes, I know everything about you, Rachel," he said boldly.
     "You do?" she asked, forcing a smile.
     "Yes, I do."
     "Tell me what you know of me."
     "Your touch told me that you have special powers. Soon on the jet you'll have to use them," he explained.
     "You are telling me I have special powers."
     "Yes. They were given to you by your real mother," he told her.
     "My real mother gave me special powers?"
     "Yes, your real mother. Mary Woodhouse is your adopted mother," he explained.
     "I did not know that Mary was my adopted mother. I thought she was my real mother," Rachel said, shaking her head.
     "Your real mother gave you away when you were a baby. She wanted to make sure you were protected."
     "My real mother," Rachel whispered slowly.
     "Yes, your real mother. You'll meet her very soon," he said.
     "But how?" Rachel asked curiously.
     "You'll figure it out. You'll use your special powers to find her," he told her.
     "What is your name, sir?" she asked.
     "You may call me Mister Chief," he told her.
     "My real mother," she kept saying.
     Mary Woodhouse turned to Rachel. "Who are you talking to?" her mother asked.
     "I was speaking to Mister Chief."
     "Mister Who?" her mother asked.
     "Not Mister Who, Mister Chief," Rachel said and looked to her side, but Mister Chief had disappeared. She smiled to herself. She remembered he had told her that she would have to use her special powers very soon on the jet.
     "Rachel, I don't see any Mister Chief. You are just dreaming again," Mary Woodhouse told her with a smile.
     "Mister Chief, thank you for all your help," Rachel whispered to herself. She had used her special powers and she had saved Flight 608. from disaster.

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     Rachel Woodhouse was now ready to transport herself back in time, in New York City. She was supposed to go back to early Tuesday morning of 11th September 2001. She closed her eyes and said the magic words, then she felt her head spinning. She was been transported back in time.

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