There was a ripple in the air, and suddenly there was a young woman in front of him, where a moment ago there had been no-one. Her silvery clothes were evocative of a 1960s sci-fi film. Over her head were dark, brooding clouds, and behind her smoking piles of rubble. Like a mirror in reverse, his side had blue skies and sunshine, and a lilting stream.
“I mean you no harm,” she said. “Please don’t suspect anything untoward, but only you can help us now. He nodded slowly. It was time to fulfil his destiny. Without a backward glance he stepped through the time portal.
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