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He had found a door. He’d finally found a door. He wasn’t sure exactly where he was, but he was fairly certain it was Manchester. He checked his phone, but it was dead. He walked into a coffee shop, and went up to the barista. She was an older, stout woman, with her black hair in a bob.
“Uhm, hello Mrs, would you happen to point me to the nearest bus station? I’m awfully lost, and need to make my way back to London.” He said in a sheepish voice, rubbing his thumb against his knuckle
“London?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. “That’s an awful way away, how’d you manage to get lost all the way out here?”
He chuckled nervously to himself, and ran his hand through his now hip length blonde hair. “Oh, uhm… I’m not really sure myself, if I’m being honest”
The woman sighed and pointed down the road. “Head left down the street, then take a right. There, you’ll find a bus stop. The tickets are £5.”
Michael nodded quickly. “Thank you, Mrs. Greatly appreciated.” He said, before walking out the door and making his way to the bus stop.
He stopped for just a second, and had a thought. He didn’t know what day, month, or year it really was. Sure, it felt like it was only a few days later, but god knows how that place had messed with his perception of time. He saw an office supply store not too far away from where he was heading, and walked inside. He walked around until he found the current year calendars on clearance.
He couldn’t believe his eyes… four years had passed. It was 2013…
“how?…” he thought to himself, legs feeling like jello “How could 4 whole years go by, no food, no water… and I didn’t die…”
He made his way out of the store, having to grip the shelves of supplies for support, his head reeling. When he got to the bus stop, he just sat, and thought for a good long while.