Category: Vol. 55, No. 3 | Fiction

Time travel isn’t something everyone wants. As the platform begins to hum and the gadgets around our lab spin into motion, I think of what it took to get here.

I’m outside now. I’m laying down, and everything is bright and blurred around me. This dream again. It’s been recurring lately. I hear voices. I can’t make out the words, but they sound panicked. Yelling. They echo, the voices gaining in intensity until it becomes unbearable, and I wake up.