Time travel used to be an experiment, a switch flipped in a laboratory. Now it’s the buildings around me, the people in the street, the smell of coal in the air. Scared? I’m bloody terrified.
Entry in Time Travel Journal # 17* of Samuel Altair, January 25, 1906
*Journals 1–16 are in the future. I have decided to keep the numbering consistent, in case those journals are found.