The night was hot, a light cool breeze was blowing through. It was a humid summer day, the flag swayed back and forth very gently. He looked up at a street light, he flipped his brown coat over his shoulder and cupped his hands. One hand had a match, the other a box, a cigarette was in his mouth. He drops the match to the floor where a puddle puts out the match. He stands smoking...

Suddenly, an odd occurance, a circular swirl appeared, it is very odd looking. A man dressed in a similar coat exits through the odd swirl, when he exited, the swirl closed followed by a ripple. The other man walks beside the first man. The other opens his mouth to speak,"...Gunter, how's it going here?" "I gotta say, it's absolutely wonderful here, it's like the 1950s here." "Well, Gunter..." The other man turned his head to see a digital clock tower in the distance.

"...Gunter, let's take a walk." The other man and Gunter walk along a sidewalk the street has very few steam run cars driving. A glimpse of a license plate would read: EAST ARIZONA.

"Gunter, the Air Force wants you to go back."
"What why?"
"We don't want you messing up this world."
"But I won't."
"We can't take that chance."
"Why not."
"Okay, we've made a good life for you here, you can't screw it up, this is too important."
"Fuck them!"
"Your going back Gunter"
"Why?"
"Because! We can't risk having this technology fall into the wrong hands."
"I won't go back."
"Alright old friend. Let's walk over here."

The two men were in an alley now. Gunter takes a step ahead of the other man, allowing the other man to open his coat and pull a silenced pistol from his coat. "Sorry, old friend..." The man pulls the trigger and a bullet flys through Gunter's head. Gunter's body slams the floor. The man kneels down to look at the wound, the man pulls out a small ball shaped device. The swirl appears again and two men dressed in Air Force jumpsuits pick up the body. Both men enter the swirl with the body and disappear.

The man sees a burning cigarette on the floor, he kneels down to pick it up and the man begins to smoke it. He turns and sees a little boy. They stand and don't move a muscle, all would be silent. Then, the man would open his mouth,"Hey, what yuh doin' up so late boy." The man said with a noticeable southern accent. "What sir?." "What yuh see here boy?" "Nothing sir!" "Alright then, run along boy, get!" The boy runs away very fast in fear. The man walks over to a wall where he props his back up against, the man looks at the flag. The flag swaying was the flag of the Confederate States of America."

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