Time

Martin knew what a Time jump felt like. It was fast blip blip that was it. This was different. It reminded him of the Time Blaster an emergency get-me-the-hell-out-of-here device. It had a rushing mad sped-up film look. Then he lost consciousness. Martin was dressed in a frock coat a vest and trousers. A maid came in said Good morning Sir. Lord Burnside would like to see you Sir. She led him down wide stairs down a long corridor with paintings and candles to a study. A blond man with blond sideburns looked up from his desk smiled broadly came to shake his hand. Welcome Mr. Fahy he said. I'm Lord Burnside. Have a seat. We have much to talk about. I'm sorry but I don't know you Martin said. I don't know where I am. I know Martin Alan said warmly. It's alright. You've earned a rest from labors a chance to do what you love in this quiet place. No more fighting no more wars. I am truly proud and happy my friend to give you sanctuary from the end of the world.