Eustace fell out of the 5th dimension into a field in Northern Pennsylvania. He actually owned the field in 1691, but Eustace fell out of the 5th in 2016. So who knows who owned it now.
2016 wasn't so different from 1691, Eustace thought. Field looked the same except the wheat was taller and laid out in rows as perfect as can be.
Eustace tried to guess about the magics of the modern world, but he just ended up walking. North-east, he thought. Towards his old shack.
But the shack wasn't there. There was a tool shed where it used to be, but the tool shed was new. It wasn't Eustace's old home. He sighed. He'd figured, but still was nice to dream.
The shed had a lock so he left it be and wandered towards the creek in the woods. Wasn't too far. A quirk he hadn't thought of about time travel was it bringing him to the same time of year he had left in 1691: December 2nd. He wondered what was so special about years, anyway, that they changed while December 2nd stayed the same. Huh. Or, at least it felt like a December 2nd.
Anyway, he found a trickle that his memory called the creek: just a couple of frozen puddles. Wasn't much of a creek before, he guessed. Especially not in early winter. So he left it be, too.
Eustace caught sight of a rock he knew well but it had a shiny circle on the upper side of it. Eustace investigated.
He didn't know much reading but Eustace knew his letters and numbers, being a businessman and all. There were some words running around the circle he couldn't make out, but he could read the stuff in the center. "USGS 1936 No. 1" And there was a triangle with a line in it, too.
Hm. Looked nice. Felt nice, too, when Eustace gave it a soft stroke.
Well, he'd have to make camp soon and it was already pretty cold. He'd have to make a proper shelter soon, what with winter on it's way in and his shack gone nowadays. But for now, he walked ten feet to another large rock he knew well that used to be on the edge of the creek. He made a sort of leaf bed up next to it and laid down in it. He gathered some more leaves around him to cover him up a bit.
He curled around the rock and spooned it for the night. Luckily, nothing really bothered him till morning.
(to be continued)
2016 wasn't so different from 1691, Eustace thought. Field looked the same except the wheat was taller and laid out in rows as perfect as can be.
Eustace tried to guess about the magics of the modern world, but he just ended up walking. North-east, he thought. Towards his old shack.
But the shack wasn't there. There was a tool shed where it used to be, but the tool shed was new. It wasn't Eustace's old home. He sighed. He'd figured, but still was nice to dream.
The shed had a lock so he left it be and wandered towards the creek in the woods. Wasn't too far. A quirk he hadn't thought of about time travel was it bringing him to the same time of year he had left in 1691: December 2nd. He wondered what was so special about years, anyway, that they changed while December 2nd stayed the same. Huh. Or, at least it felt like a December 2nd.
Anyway, he found a trickle that his memory called the creek: just a couple of frozen puddles. Wasn't much of a creek before, he guessed. Especially not in early winter. So he left it be, too.
Eustace caught sight of a rock he knew well but it had a shiny circle on the upper side of it. Eustace investigated.
He didn't know much reading but Eustace knew his letters and numbers, being a businessman and all. There were some words running around the circle he couldn't make out, but he could read the stuff in the center. "USGS 1936 No. 1" And there was a triangle with a line in it, too.
Hm. Looked nice. Felt nice, too, when Eustace gave it a soft stroke.
Well, he'd have to make camp soon and it was already pretty cold. He'd have to make a proper shelter soon, what with winter on it's way in and his shack gone nowadays. But for now, he walked ten feet to another large rock he knew well that used to be on the edge of the creek. He made a sort of leaf bed up next to it and laid down in it. He gathered some more leaves around him to cover him up a bit.
He curled around the rock and spooned it for the night. Luckily, nothing really bothered him till morning.
(to be continued)