Temporal Disruptor

Navy owes me 40 years back pay.

“I only intended to make a small inter-dimensional field, so to speak,” the professor continued. “Just large enough to encompass my house. At first, it worked. The field or bubble drew the enormous energy required to create the bridge from the fifth dimension itself and folded space-time.

“But then something went wrong. Horribly, horribly wrong. The bubble expanded. It kept growing, drawing more and more power from the fifth dimension. I shut off the machine, but it was of no use. The field had become independent of the device.

“Eventually, the bubble stabilized. From what I can tell, we’re stuck in an inter-dimensional, space-time feedback loop.”

How many people could say they slept through a herd of dinosaurs?

[. . .] the bubble could transfer to a flux capacitor in a DeLorean, and we could use the car to travel back to the future.

“Because we don’t know how returning to our own timelines will affect things.”

She let out an exasperated noise. “For God’s sake, Will, that’s why you go back to a few seconds before you enter Keystone for the first time. It’s Time Travel 101.”

Ella had seen the doctor’s exercise outfit on a previous occasion, but it still made her choke with stifled laughter. With the blinding neon leotard, tights, belt, and headband, she could have stepped straight out of an Olivia Newton-John music video.

Pauline caught Ella staring and sighed. “I told you, I was driving home from my Jazzercise class when I passed through Keystone just before it jumped.”