T.L. Ryan

I step out of the machine and throw a tarp over the top, hiding it from view inside the once-dilapidated, now brand-new barn. I’m the first time traveler to successfully reach my mission year, and hopefully the first to make it home in one piece.

Elle took the steaming mug of hot chocolate from the inn keeper, an older woman, her wise face etched with years of exhaustion and stress. They exchanged smiles and sipped their comforting drinks as the fire in the fireplace crackled, the smell of pine filling the air around them.