(Chronologically)
“—asked for this—”
“Look out!” he called. They both hit the water with a ringing smack.
She came up spluttering. “…And now we’re in the ocean. Did you take us all the way to Pangaea?”
“I can fix this! I swear! Oh…”
“What?”
“It’s not water—”
“—go!”
“Where are we?”
“How should I know?”
“What do you mean ‘how should I know’? You sent us here!”
“Excuse me? I’m not the one that started this—”
The thud cut her off mid-rant.
He cleared his throat nervously. “Uh…did you hear that?”
She snorted. “You know what? It’s probably a dinosaur. I say, let it eat us! I never—”
“—know what’s wrong.”
It was silent as he worked on the device. At least at first.
She glanced around uneasily. “We’re getting looks.”
His attention remained fixed on the device. “So what? Just give me a minute to properly set—”
She grabbed for it in a panic. “We don’t have a minute.”
“Wha—stop touching it! I almost—”
“We don’t have a minute. Go now. Go, go—”
The two of them stared at the skyscraper deficient landscape for a long moment in disbelief.
“You and your stupid ideas,” she grumbled.
“What did you do? Where are we?”
His expression brightened. “Oh. Oh! I can fix this, I—”
“It’s a time machine!”
“Are you crazy?”
He grinned. “Relax. I don’t expect it to work.”
She set her elbow on her desk, eyeing the device in his hands. “Mmhm.”
“Want to give it a try anyway?”
“Better make it quick. I have a meeting in an hour.”
“’Quick.’ Ha.”
“Shut up and use the thing already.”
With a shrug, he pressed a sequence of buttons on the small device. With a bang, they were gone.
“—proof.”
“…Are we…this is my lab. Oh, yes! Yes, thank God!”
“Uh….”
She held her dripping hair away from her face to scowl at him. “What now?”
“It’s completely fried.”
“Good.”
A.C.Franklin Fiction 
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