Lost in Time

January 19

Abiquiu, New Mexico
22 September 1,148,611 BCE

Call me Nathan.

I grew up in the USA, but not the one you know. You've never heard of President Le May or the Portugal Missile crisis. You think timekeepers are officials at basketball games.

If only you knew the truth.

I've seen saber-tooth tigers in the Pleistocene. I was there when the Vikings sacked York in 1066. I met Haakon, the love of my life, on a college campus in an Iowa that doesn't exist here, in your timeline. I lost him on a London street in 1933.

I'm here tell you my story, even though I'm sure you won't believe me.  No sane person would.

Time bifurcates. Quantum mechanics is all the evidence you need. Time travel exists. I'm all the evidence you need.

We are entangled, you, and I. Sometime not so long ago, spacetime split. Your world went one way, and mine another. It was my good luck that a freak accident sent Haakon across the gap to my world, where we met.  Bad luck sent me to the Pleistocene, where I am now.

Why am I here? 

That's a longer story.  I'll post more later this week.

Nathan Hilbert