CHAPTER 1 PAGE 2

Cart? Oh! right, I am in the past, but wait! How many years did I go back in time? Is it not 1988, the year I wanted to go. Wait, their dressing and talking style, cart, not so tall buildings. And everyone talking formal. Don't tell me, that I'm way back in time.

In the middle of streets, don't know the location, and with a Backstreet Boys T-shirt. What the hell was I thinking coming into past like this?

I'm losing my mind. But if this year is not 1988, then how will I kill him? This isn't going right, what should I do now? I thought I came 10 years in the past, but the way it is looking. This is not the year I wanted to be in.

"Umm..sir"

"y—yess"

"What happened sir? why do you look so stressed? your veins are popping out of your head?"

Huh?! veins?! oh no! I don't think I will be able to hold much longer like this, ok, first, I need to go with h—

"Sir?! what happened? Alex, come here, he fell down come and help me pick him up."

"My god, first he appears out of nowhere, and now he's unconscious, this man, is going to give us a lot of trouble."

"Well, you take other sides and put his hand on your shoulder, I am going to take this side."

"Yes, sir!"

"The cart is 5o m ahead, lets hurry".

"Yes, sir!"

Alex: "Sir, can I ask one thing?"

"Yes?"

"Why did you not tell him that he has been on the streets for 3 hours, and appeared here out of thin air?"

"Ah that, well, it is creepy, how people are telling that he appeared here. But-"