“Oh god, where did I end up now? What
happened? Am I too late? Sir, what day is this?”
“Sunday.”
“The day of the month?”
“The 20th."
“Which month?”
“...July.”
“And the year?”
“Really?”
“Yes, please!”
“2014.”
“Huh. I didn't travel at all. This
looks like my block. Yeah, that's my building. And this is the car we
trashed last night, after the party. And this time machine just looks
like a hair dryer now. I'm starting to think that the past is
immutable!”
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