Darren watched himself hold his infant. A tender goodbye before entering the great unknown. What was he thinking? What kind of father did this?
It had been five cold years living in the shadows, and his build was now stringy, beard mangy, teeth missing. He wasn’t sure how he would make his wife understand, but was eager to enter the scene.
His experiment failed. He watched his tear-filled form enter the machine and vanish. Now cured of his obsession with time travel, Darren climbed through the window as if he never left. His child gazed at the strange face and wailed.