The watch was ticking. Each second dripped like the water from the storm, above—slow, relentless, maddening. I trudged across Star City, my feet heavy smacking against the cobbled streets in rhythms, the steamy and humid air trickling down my nostrils leaving an unpleasant burn along its way. I wasn’t familiar with the surroundings, but who could blame me? I was after all in a whole different century that resembled an alien world more than anything. The long, black midnight waistcoats and towering hats, a reminder to my peculiar surroundings. Hurriedly, I made my way to the Time Station, its facade hosting colossal beacons of radiant bright white light and its gigantic clock that towered over everything, with incredibly large numerals and hands that seemed to stretch into infinity. The evening was dark , cold and repulsive. Like a demon the warmth and glow of the station was possessing my soul. I had to go inside. I had to board another ride. I simply couldn’t resist. The gates flung open, as if the Station was inviting me in and quickly closed with a bang as I made my way inside. The intoxicating scent of coffee filled my lungs, and the sound of my steps echoed on the cold marble floor as I gracefully glided my way across the Station. This time it will be different, I thought to myself, trying not to recollect my previous failures at settling in a different world. The station was filled with mismatched travelers, their fashion a bizarre combination of Victorian elegance, modern streetwear, and high-tech spacesuits, as if time had collapsed into one shared moment. Nevertheless, their hostile, cold and disdainful stares couldn’t be hidden by their luxurious costumes as their eyes pierced through me. Surrounded by towering walls, my eyes finally met the much welcomed site of the ticket booth. Carefully, I made my way inside the old rusty umber shed. Inside was one of the more futuristic robots which welcomed me with an eerie and uncanny voice accompanied with grammatical errors that didn’t help its case. “What bills would you buy sir?” it demanded in cold fashion. “ 2145 New York” I quickly exclaimed trying to get it over with. Its eyes met with mine and we stopped for a second. The silence growing and consuming the compact room. “Exuberant picking right this way”. It joyfully declared. I nodded and quickly snatched the tickets from his cold and unsettling metallic grasp. Relieved I made my way across the station onto my designated carriage, the beacons of artificial sunlight temporarily impairing my vision and rendering me disorientated. Patiently, I waited for my ride, the clocks ticking and exponentially increasing my deliriousness. Visions of my past in the future pouring like a river, all the mistakes, all the errors that had led me here in search for a new beginning. Nothing has worked so far but this must be it. It's now or never, I thought to myself trying to keep my sanity in place in this overwhelming and consuming establishment. The watch on my wrist ticked. As I kept weary,waiting and wondering for my carriage.