“Jon Spokes. Got it”, said Sam. The old man was clearly senile and Sam was not interested in small talk. Besides, it was common knowledge that things in Franklin tended to go from inert to explosive without warning, and sure enough avoiding things blowing up was at the top of Sam’s to-do list. To put it succinctly, he wanted to get the heck out of Dodge.

Climbing into his car, placing the time machine on the passenger’s side seat, Sam couldn’t help but think about how nice Amy had looked that day. She always was cute when she was angry, Sam thought to himself. Maybe that’s why I always mad her mad.

A few miles out of town, a large ball of fire heading his way, Sam quickly opened the cardboard box. Grabbing the time machine, Sam placed the flashing metal halo on his head and pushed the GO button, neglecting to notice the display on the dial: -2 weeks.

A flash of light and a searing headache later, and Sam was on his journey through time, a journey which threatened to change the course of human history.