John opened his eyes again and found himself lying on a cot in a small log cabin. He glanced over and saw a woman leaning over a heat stove. John sits up as the woman turns around.
“Oh, don’t move darlin, you took a nasty fall. Lay back down.” She lays John back and puts a warm cloth on his head.
She stares down at John.
“Do I know you?”
“I’m not sure, but I don’t think so. Please excuse me for staring. You just look…...”
John looked down at his clothes, the same clothes he wore to work. Then he noticed a picture on the wall. He approached it.
“Ah, now you see.” The woman said. John stared at the picture. A family photo that looked like it was from the 1800s. It was the woman in the room, her husband, a girl his age, and…
“No way.” John said. There was John, dressed in old fashioned clothes and smiling at the camera.