I left Area 51 on June 1st, 2117, arriving, seconds later, at a bus stop in Liverpool, England -1959.
I smiled at Julia and rendered her unconscious. She collapsed in my arms, missed her bus and never met Jim. Consequently, Jim and Julia never had a son named Clive, who designed a virus that killed 80% of the life on planet Earth.
I stepped into a café and sat at the counter beside a young John Lennon.
“Where you from, Yank?” John asked.
“Across the universe,” I answered.
“Do you know Elvis?” John laughed.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I laughed.