It's just a jump to the left [Sami]

It was like she was in the damn twilight zone. Or like she was in the Rocky Horror Picture Show, either or she felt so fucked up. It took a while for her to feel back to normal. It had been about two weeks since she had arrived in counting. She had managed to steal a good amount of money from drunken buffoons she had flirted with, enough to stay at a hotel. She had no mode of transportation except for the time being. She spent most of her time at the library trying to blend in as much as she could. The sixties were fucking weird. She made a note to herself that if she ever got back to her own damn time she needed to learn how to hot wire a car.

Her research hasn't really gotten her anywhere. Nor did she think she would find any hunters. She had no idea what it was that did this to her, or why. It hadn't occurred to her to try and find a late family member of hers to stay with. Not that they would believe what was going on. Yeah that would be a dumb idea. Wouldn't that cause like a paradox or some shit? How was her being her not causing a paradox. This was some star trek shit. She had been watching the papers closely seeing if there were any disappearances like hers or the others she had seen back in her own time. Not any so far.

This sucked.

Jane was at the bar reading the latest newspaper of the day. It was close to the evening but not quite yet. She was having a beer, trying to find anything out of the ordinary. Nothing so far. She was listening to this guy across the bar ranting loudly to the bartender. He sounded really drunk or something else. She shot a glance over to him, the guy looked oddly familiar. She couldn't place where the hell she could've seen him before though. I mean this was 1962, who the hell would she know from back then. The guy was taking a few shots. He was saying that he was mugged not that long ago and how he didn't know how the hell he ended up here. That caught her interest. "It doesn't make sense man." He groaned rubbing his face as the bartender poured him another shot. "Yesterday I was in 2015. Maybe I'm loosing it." She stared at him. That wasn't a smart thing to say. She watched the bartender who looked repulsed. She slid off her stool, making her way over to the drunk guy. "Hey I couldn't help but over hear you, I'm a reporter from the town paper. You were saying you were mugged?" She asked him in a smooth tone, pulling out a pad and pen.

"Huh? Oh, Hi. Yeah I got mugged. Not just a half hour ago. There was a thug in the alley way that jumped me." He groaned looking depressed and confused.

"What's your name sir?"

"Harold Granger."

"Nice to meet you, the names Jane. Tell me all about it, will ya?"

"I don't understand why you want to interview me." He slurred out the words looking at Jane with a perplexed look. She just smiled and he shrugged and started to explain. "I know how fucking insane I sound, I am a drunk, I won't say that I'm not, but this morning I was in 2015!" He took a swig of his drink as if it gave him more courage to continue, which it probably did. "I grew up in the 60s. Not around this area, but I know what the 60's is like. I don't know what the hell happened. The last thing I remember was I was having a row in the parking lot at my usual bar and all the sudden there was with bright light and I felt like I was being sucked through a tunnel. Then I ended up in an alley was here, where this big guy mugged me!"

Jane was taking notes. She paused at the point where he had said that he saw a bright light because she had seen the same thing also the feeling that she was being sucked through a tunnel had occurred to her as well. How the hell was she gonna get home? At least she wasn't the only one that this was happening to. "Did you see anything else before the bright light? Or did you just black out?" She asked.

He gave her a look that told her she had said the wrong thing. "I'm not a black out drunk. I didn't just fall asleep and fucking wake up in 1962."

Jane was trying to find the words to correct herself. "Why don't I buy you another drink?" She suggested, being the only thing she could come up with.

"Oh fuck off, you're just making fun of me." He grunted and pushed himself of the stool. Before she could stop him he was out the door.

"Are you gonna pay for his drinks?" Asked the bartender, who looked really pissed off. She gave him an annoyed look and slapped some cash on the bar and slid off the stool to follow him. She stuck her notebook into her pocket and started to follow him from far away. Managing to be subtle, but he wouldn't notice with how drunk he was.

What was she going to find by following him? Nothing probably. The same thing had happened to her. She was in 2015 a week ago. Its not like this dumb ass would know how the hell to get back to their own time. And she wasn't gonna be dumb and tell him that she was from 2015 too. He was talking crazy talk. And mental hospitals aren't something you want to mess with back in the 60s. She knew this. She hadn't found anyone else that had been affected by this. She remembered the families she interviewed of a few other people who had preparedness. And she remembered what they looked like. Maybe others didn't survive the ride? Maybe the thing that did this wasn't exactly sure what it was doing?

The only thing she had figured out so far was that there must be a reason for this. Why would something send you back in time for seeming no reason? Was it a demon? Was it a creature that fed off of time energy? This was like the twilight zone to Jane. Going back in the time was really freaking nuts. But she kept back as she followed Harold. Wondering where the guy was going. He probably was about to head to the next bar that came up. Clouds were rolling over the now low sun. It was slowly getting darker and the air felt like it was going to rain. A semi chilly wind blew by. She saw ahead that Harold was now talking to someone, an attractive woman. She eyed them curiously trying to not look suspicious. They were somewhat in an alley way, talking to each other in low tones. That was really strange.

Jane tried to hide herself by looking at a newspaper stand, straining her ears to hear, but the wind was making everything muffled.

"I can help you." She said in a seductive sounding voice.

Jane didn't hear much more after that. She saw them kissing in the alley from her peripheral vision. Then a second after they broke he was gone, and the woman was just standing there. She whirled around when she had realized what had just occurred. She pulled her gun from her belt and ran toward the alley, raising her gun to the woman. "Exorcizamus te, omnis-"