Time and Time again

Part 2: The transition between times

"Look, Doris, I'm sorry about your car can I just go?" Brian blurted out. He began to move out of the car when his hand skimmed over a drink sitting in one of the cup holders, the lid came off and the contents splashed all over the dashboard and cut wires. Brains eyes widened and he gasped as he saw a flash of electricity spark in front of him. Both Brian and

Doris had contact with the car when a beam of light sent them both into an instant haze of time, which spiralled back to an age of fear and anger.

War.

1939.

Brian's eyes were scrunched up and his breath was shallow. The car rattled to a distant sound of thunder a deep, earth—7777yh8iishaking explosion. He opened his eyes to see Doris in the passenger seat beside him.

"Doris?" asked Brian.

"Do you hear that?" Brian noticed the small puddles of water on the dashboard and how every few seconds, they would tremor and ripple. Brian opened the door and stepped out, the ground beneath his feet felt like mud and dirt as if a storm had washed up all the earth. The air was smoky and the war zone stretched for miles. He spun around in circles, squelching in the mud. He kicked something that clinked with his boot, he looked down carefully to see something among the swampy land. He picked it up and examined it. It was so caked with mud that he couldn't tell what it was.

"Hey, buddy," A stern voice spoke. Brain averted his eyes from the object in his hand.

"Hey, where are we!? Are you a soldier?" Asked Brian in awe.The man that stood before him was dressed in a khaki green outfit, he had abelt, complete with all the ammo and grenades. A gun was slung over hisshoulder with a splash of blood on his face. Brian looked back down to theman's belt, there was a slot next to his last grenade where another one mightgo, he looked back to his hand. Connecting the dots, Brian flicked some more mud off the grenade to find the dark patterning of the soldiers missing grenade.

"I believe this belongs to you," He reported. "Let me clean it up a bit more for you"

"Sure, just be careful with that." Brain nodded silently hoping that the silence would spark a conversation. Soon they began to talk, like normal people, except for why there were there. The man talked about going home to his girl and how she had cried when he left.

"What year is it?" questioned Brian

"1939, why?" the man said proudly. Brian's stomach lurched and he felt light-headed.

"I...I think we just travelled through time!" the growing realisation spread from his face to the stranger's face. Brian must have been very clumsy that day, as he wiped that last chunks of mud off the grenade, he knocked the pin and heard a clink as it dropped to his feet. He didn't know much about grenades, but he knew that when you threw it, it would explode. Brain looked back at Doris who still sat in the car, adjusting the review mirror and then back at the stranger. He swung his arm back and flung the grenade, but it didn't go far enough. The stranger ran towards Brian, yelling.

"RUN!!!" Brian began to the car, looking back to the man shielding the grenade.

"GO!" He screamed.

"YOU HAVE TO G-" He was cut short by the explosion. The smoke. The shock wave. Brian's ears rang, and he stumbled around, trying to find something to hold onto. The smoke cleared, he could see more. Brian stumbled towards the last place he saw the stranger.