Bill pulled the car into a driveway of a small but nice house. I hadn't said another word once he told me that he'd been stuck in the past for two years. I was devastated. I was not going back to my own time. I was going to have to relive my entire life.
How was this possible? Why was this happening to me!
The garage door closed and Bill pulled in and turned off the engine. We sat there a moment. "I know you have a lot of questions, Kenya. I don't have a lot of answers, but I'll try the best that I can."
He got out of the car and came around and opened my door because I wouldn't move, sitting like a lump. He led me through the garage and into the house where I looked around at a modern kitchen. It certainly wasn't designed like a 1980's kitchen but like one that you might see in my own
