A vortex moves all around you as you’re shot through the time stream, dates and other numbers run by you at a rapid pace as the energy engulghs you, leaving you scarce time to think or comprehend the situation.
You are flung around the Earth itself as it seems to move back, further and further back until a decade comes to face you, the 1950s. A time of suburban paradise, political tensions, civil rights and imminent nuclear destruction.
Visions flash across you of different locations from this time. The cold streets of Russia to the segregated lanes of America. Schools to offices blocks. Back alley greasers and drag racers to the picture of a classic fifties nuclear family.
As this images flash around you, you finally manage to focus on one. Still unable to really handle the situation, you hope that simply trying to get one thing sure will hope you work it out. The image burns in your mind as you focus in it as if soon draws you in and flings you to your new place in the 1950s.