"Of course, That is not going to be you." The dog
says.
OH You're so mad you kick him!
Then...
BANG!
The dog had a bomb in it/him/her.
You go to pieces(Not pretty) and your metal time travel thing
flies up into the air and falls down to the ground with a
"thunk!).
He(you now) closed his eyes and wished to go to the 2000 00's.
He lands in New York, in down town he looked up in awe at the
sky scrapers so tall that they were swallowed in the clouds.
Then he saw a large thing fly through the air and hit the
tallest of the buildings, then chaos. He asked someone what day it was
The guy answered, "Sept. 11."
HuH?