Impossibilities, Improbabilities, and Unlikelihoods

CHAPTER 2

When I opened my eyes after what seemed like hours, all I saw was this purple darkness that encapsulated me, and then, I heard my name. My name echoed all around me. It was the only thing that seemed real. The one thing that sprang from the darkness.
"Alan," It whispered, like a horror movie ghost.
"Who's there?" I called into the blackness.
"I am. You are. We are." The voice responded, as if it was coming closer.
"Who are you?" I asked it.
It stepped from the darkness, and it was me. It had all my features, and, the blue shirt.
"I am you, Alan, and you are me. We are us," It said to me, he said to me.
"Alright Mister Ominous, just get to the point. Why am I here?" I asked him.
"Well, when you redirected the energy from the failing Accelerator you created a wormhole that, after about 20 seconds, stabilized and sucked you into it. Granted, you were hit with mass amounts of dark matter energy, and enough exotic materials to alter your genetic make-up. Now, what the dark matter did to your cells is unknown, so, until you wake up wherever you do, you must be kept here." He explained calmly.
"Okay, so this wormhole snatched me from March 18, 2022 and now I'm waiting to wake up. Oh, and my genes have been altered, so that's a thing!" I said. "This is insane!"
"Not insane, Alan. Intriguing." He said.
"You need to let me go!" I yelled at him.
"No Alan, you need to wake up!" He said, touching my chest, and then I woke up.
His voice faded from my mind and my eyes began opening, and it was very bright. I sat up in the middle of an open field and looked at the world around me. The field that engulfed me seemed, old. Older than the fields in 2022. I caught my breath that seemed to escape me, and stood up. I looked down at my clothes, all the same. The lab coat, the blue shirt, the jeans. Everything was the same, but seemed older. I surveyed my area, and it looked oddly familiar.
I shoved aside all odd thoughts and began looking for something, anything, that could help me get home. In the distance I saw a small town. This town looked like any other quaint area from about the 70's. The cars were nice, the architecture screamed 70's, and the sign on the diner I saw was written in cursive with that 70's neon glow.
After deciding where I should go, I also decided that I needed to find a scientist, a physicist at that. I began walking towards the city, my mind set on figuring out what happened to me.
When I reached the city I walked into the diner I saw earlier. The whole place was booming with the classic lifestyle. Men wore suits and women wore dresses, and children dressed out in what fit them best.
"Sir?" A girl said to me.
"Uh, yes. Sorry, I lost focus for a moment," I said to her.
"Not a worry. Will you be eating?" She asked. Her name tag read 'Lydia'.
"Will I? I mean, yes, I will," I told her.
"Alright, let me seat you over here, then I will be back to take your order," Lydia said.
"That sounds great," I said with a smile, walking to my booth by the window.
I sat down where she told me to and made myself comfortable. It occurred to me then that I hadn't taken my lab coat off yet. I hastily removed it. Looking around me, I noticed a newspaper sat on the table, behind the ketchup. I grabbed the newspaper and looked through the news stories. My entire body seized up when I saw the date the paper was printed. March 18, 1973.
It was at this point that Lydia had come back, and the point in which I really looked at her. Her dirty blonde hair flowing down to the middle of her back and her seemingly unwavering physique. Her eyes were the highlight of her features. They were this pearlescent blue color that was like that of the deepest ocean, or the bluest sky. Regardless of her features, I was still frozen. Everything that was going on around me was seemingly impossible, and I did not understand any of it.
"Did you have enough time to figure out what you wanted to eat?" She asked with the sweetest voice.
"Yes I did, actually. I would like a coffee and some toast," I told her.
"That's all? You are allowed to eat more, you know," She said with a grin.
"Yes, that's all. I'm not as hungry as I thought," I told her with a light laugh.
"Alright, in that case I will be back," She told me, walking off.
Naturally, as she walked away I studied her, but I caught myself.
"Can't do that Alan. Not here anyway," I thought.
After a few minutes, Lydia returned with my "meal".
"Thanks, Lydia," I said, pointing to her name tag.
"Of course. And you are?" She asked.
"Oh, right. Alan Watson," I said, sticking out my hand.
"Well, pleased to meet you Alan," She responded, shaking my hand.
"Likewise," I said with a smile.
As she walked away this time, I didn't look at her, I looked at the newspaper in front of me. March 18, 1973. I had travelled in time. Somehow, and in some way, I had travelled to the past and wasn't obliterated in the process. I began to contemplate how something that had only been theorized was feasible. The wormhole! That was the only way this could've happened! I had to find someone, anyone, who understood theoretical physics, and I had to find them fast.
I left the diner as fast as my legs could carry me and ran to the nearest library. For some unknown reason, I had a hunch that information about physics would be at the library. I was right.