time travel
You reach down to feel a trickle of blood running down your leg where
you hit the rock. It is only moments until the mist clears and you
are surrounded in a bright blue light. You must be in, heaven, in
hell, somewhere, anywhere but London. You look up to see a large
shinny object floating overhead. There is a blur of wind spinning
fervently above it, while shinning blue lights down onto you. You
turn and run desperately away from the monster as you find yourself on
a long hard black surface, split in two by two thin yellow lines. As
you turn around slower to see what is making the racket you see two
large yellow circles of bright light racing towards you. The next
thing you know you are sprawled on the ground with now red lights
flashing about, you know you �re not in London
anymore.
