As you near the sound, you realize there is one store still open,
though you are unclear how it could possibly be open for business.
"We've been waiting for you," a cheerful sales lady says as she waves you over.
"Quickly now!" she says, bustling you into the store,
"the ritual is about to begin!"
What happens next?
I look around in bewilderment,
seeking clues as to the purpose of this establishment,
but all I can see is a cupboard full of tins.
“Quick, close your eyes.
Empty your mind and choose a tin.
But choose carefully.
We cannot take responsibility if you end up at the wrong destination!”
“What’s this, some kind of low budget travel agent?”
The woman glared at me.
“Hardly. We are a portal for time travel.”
I laughed incredulously.
“What did you expect a time machine to look like?
A phone box, or a gadget with light bulbs and wires?
Items of such predictablility are reserved for fiction!”
“What would happen if I took the tin of beans outside?”
“Nothing. The objects can only trigger time travel within the portal.”
I grabbed a tin of beans and suddenly found myself spinning.
Where would I end up?
What would I encounter?
Was this the swirling vortex of doom?
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