Abby was still passed out while the time machine hummed, vibrated, and the psychedelic colors filled all the windows.
The row of red lights furiously blinked.
The psychedelic colors started to slowly dissipate from the windows.
The machine's vibrations started to slow down.
The machine's humming started to slowly soften.
The frantic blinking row of green lens started to slow down.
It was quiet and still inside the time machine except for the low hum of the rear engine.
Abby was still passed out slouched down in her seat with her knees pressed up against the bottom of the console.
It was now nighttime on Sunday, May 14th, 1961.
The sound of thunder booming outside the garage was heard. It was quiet.
The sound of lightning cracking outside was heard. Another loud boom of thunder was heard, and this time, it was a little closer to the garage.
Those two sounds caused Abby to stir a little.
Abby's eyes slowly opened.
She looked dazed and confused while she looked around the time machine. "What happened?" she said while she looked at the front windows of the time machine.
She noticed it was dark in the garage and remembered she left the lights on when she got in the machine. That was a good sign, something unique happened.
The sound of lightning cracking outside was heard. The booming sound of thunder followed a few seconds later. Abby jumped in her seat, startled with the sounds of the storm.
She did not notice the revised destination date on the display while she grabbed her backpack off the floorboard.
She pulled up on the handle of the door.
The door lifted up with a whish.
Abby stepped out into the garage.
She closed the time machine door then stood in the darkness of the garage.
Her legs were wobbly like she's been on a cruise ship for two weeks.
It took her a few seconds to get her bearings straight on where she was in relation to the garage doors. A flash of lightning illuminated the inside of the garage for a few seconds, and that helped.
She felt a little weak all of a sudden.
She took a step forward, and her right knee gave out. She dropped to the floor.
She stood up and headed to the garage doors.
She started to feel a little nauseous when she was five feet from the doors.
When she got near the doors, she bent over and vomited on the floor by a stack of unknown items.
She stood up and felt better, so she walked the rest of the way to the doors.
Abby grabbed the left garage door handle and pushed.
It was locked. She tried again. The door would not swing open.
Abby looked concerned at the door.
She remembered something and looked to her right.
She looked at the window down at the wall above a workbench.
She rushed over to the bench where she saw an old Radio Flyer wagon stored underneath the bench. She smiled when she remembered that wagon from the photo album.
She reached up and unlatched the window. She pushed the window up.
Abby climbed up on the workbench with her backpack in hand.
While Abby climbed out the garage window, lightning flashed and cracked in the sky followed by booming thunder that rumbled in the air. This sound startled Abby and caused her to tumble to the ground and land on her back.
"That's the part of Florida I hated, and now it followed me to Pennsylvania," she said recalling those monstrous Florida storms when the thunder made it sound like the area was being attacked by bombs.
She stood up and picked up her backpack off the ground.
The air was cool, and no rain was felt falling from the sky.
Abby looked over at the rear of Michael's house where the light on inside the kitchen and living room.
She looked over at Jennifer's house to the right and saw that the light of the bedroom she used in 2010 was on.
She did not know where to go but decided she better leave and find a nearby hotel room. She figured she could hang out at the Holiday Inn on Shady Hill Drive. She just thought it was here back in 1961.
She walked through the backyard and headed off to Dorothy Avenue.
While she started walking down Dorothy Avenue, the inside of that garage was filled with million pieces of flying bits of light.
Abby walked down Dorothy Avenue and looked at all the houses on both sides of the street. They looked different, and when she saw numerous 1950s and early 1960s cars parked in the driveway. She knew she traveled back to 1961 and was in awe of what had happened.
A few minutes later, the sky opened up, and the rain came pouring down.
She was soaked from her head to her sandals in a matter of minutes. She was not a happy camper.
A white four-door 1958 Chevrolet Bel-Air drove down the Dorothy Avenue heading toward Abby.
Driving the Bel-Air was Michael Osborne, now twenty-seven years old. He wore a brown Montgomery Wards casual shirt and slacks.
He spotted Abby walking down the street in the other lane facing his car. His eyes widened when he caught a glimpse of her. "What is she doing out here?" he said while he slowed his car down to a stop. He rolled down his door window. "Jennifer, what are you doing in the rain? You're soaked. And where are your glasses?" he called out his window.
He looked at Abby and looked a little confused. "Why are you dressed like that?" he called out to her.
Abby stopped and looked at Michael's Bel-Air. "What," she asked a little confused with his questions.
A bolt of lightning struck the ground not too far from Abby. That scared her, and she jumped back, her sandals slipped out from under her, and she fell to the street. She banged the back of her head on the street and passed out cold in a puddle of water.
Michael opened his car door in a panic and bolted out of his car.
"Jennifer!" he cried out while he ran worried over to Abby.
He got to Abby and got a closer look at her face. She resembled Jennifer, but he sensed she wasn't Jennifer. "Who are you?" he said while he looked at Abby's motionless body.
He knelt down, getting his knees in the puddle of water while she picked Abby.
He carried her over to his car.
He struggled and came close to dropping Abby while he opened up the rear passenger door.
He placed her in the back seat, then closed the door.
He glanced back at where she fell and saw her backpack.
He ran over to it and picked it up.
He ran back to his car and got behind the wheel and closed the door.
He looked at the backpack and thought it was strange. He placed it on the passenger side of the front seat.
He made a U-turn in the street.
He floored his car. It fishtailed on the slick street then straightened out.
He raced off down the street.
Michael raced his car down York Street and arrived at the Emergency Room area at the side of the Heartfelt Care Hospital.
He stopped his car under the overhang, opened his car door, and jumped out with the engine running.
He ran to the Emergency Room entrance doors and went inside the hospital.
A few seconds later, two hospital employees rushed out those doors with a gurney. Michael trailed behind them while they rushed the gurney over to his car.
Michael rushed around them and opened his rear passenger door.
The two hospital employees reached inside his car and got Abby out then placed her on the gurney.
They rushed the gurney back to the doors of the Emergency Room.
Michael tagged along behind them.
Ten minutes had passed, and Michael was finished with providing all the information he could about Abby. Which was very little since she did not carry any identification.
Michael left the Emergency Room and headed back to his car where the engine was still running.
He drove away, and for some strange reason, he could not get Abby out of his mind while he drove back home.
At the Heartfelt Care Hospital, Abby was placed in a room where she was in a bed still out cold. The monitor that was hooked up to her indicated she was in excellent condition.