Time

Chloe felt it first. It was like a low-powered wave that lifted them slightly as it passed. There was a low whooshing noise, but brief. They all looked at each other. Martin noticed a familiar sound outside. He went to a large window, looked down at the avenue and saw what he expected: boxy cars in a variety of colors. Chloe said, "That's odd." In the parking lot, they found the horse and carriage had become a 1965 Ford Mustang in bright, bright red. "Definitely a Time wave," Chloe said. "Yes," Alan agreed. "It does appear, sometimes, like since we met Jebba and Trevor, we keep bumping into this kind of ridiculous stuff," Martin said. "And I used to dream that Time travel was possible." Now they all knew it not only was possible, but for them inevitable. With Time shifting around them moment to moment, there was no stability. "Just another Time mess they've gotten us into, Stanley," Martin said, and shrugged.