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  • Prologue 1

    I felt the air shimmering around me and sounds muted off and on in synchronization with the lights changing colors. It only lasted a few seconds and was gone. I looked at the patient in the bed and his wife sitting in the chair beside him. Both of them were staring at me with wide eyes.
    “How did you do that?” he said.
    “Where did you go?” she asked simultaneously.
    “Did you feel it?” I asked them both.
    “We didn’t feel anything. You were standing right where you are now and you just winked out.” he said. She nodded her agreement saying, ”And a few minutes later you reappeared on the exact same spot.”

    A few minutes? I never left. For a few seconds I felt a little nauseous and disoriented, but I never moved from this spot.

    I had been correcting the time on the patient monitor as I had done twenty or thirty times earlier in other rooms. We had left daylight savings time Sunday and I was resetting all the monitors. After all if someone was given medication and the effects could be monitored, you would want the record to show the correct times. In this particular room someone had set it up with the year and month switched…instead of 12 for the year it had 11 and instead of 11 for the month it had 12. Almost a whole year in the past. It was after I made the corrections and hit the “config enable” that the incident happened.

    I was able to laugh it off with the patient and his wife saying that if I was able to really reset the time, I would have set it back to when we were all a lot younger. They joined me in the laughter and the moment was soon forgotten. I left that room and continued on to the last few rooms. The feeling didn’t happen again in any of the other rooms.

    Room 572. I need to wait until the room is empty and try resetting the date. Maybe I’ve found a portal to the space/time continuum. Nobody said they had to be on the ground floor! I don’t want to damage the past, so if I can, I will try to go a year into the future for my first trip. If I go and return successfully, no harm no foul. The worst would be that I would be stuck one year ahead with no memory of the whole year. Well worth the risk.

    I’ll try tomorrow when the room is empty. If you don’t hear from me for a year, you’ll know where I am, or rather when I am.

    Bye for now...or is it then?
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