FROM THE PRIVATE BLOG OF JACK BRITTEL
ENTRY, Date Unknown
Ow!!! That hurt. I never knew hitting a tree would hurt so much. I quickly scanned the perimeter looking for the cloaked lady. She was nowhere to be seen. I started asking the locals if they had seen a cloaked lady. One person indicated that they saw her run towards Delaine’s Dance Hall on 54th street. “Delaine’s Dance Hall? I have lived in this neighborhood my entire life. I don’t recall passing any Dance Hall on 54th street. Very strange.”
I started to run towards 54th street. Even in my daze, I noticed that the surrounding storefronts looked different. The people also looked different. Their mode of dress and style looked like something out of a bad 1970s movie. Could this be a coincidence? Perhaps some kind of retro event is taking place. As I crossed the street I noticed a newspaper in the trashcan. “Could it be? The date on the paper said, November 15, 1975.”
I entered the dance hall and saw the cloaked lady sitting at one of the tables. I suppose she saw me as she quickly left the establishment. I tried to follow her but could not find her. Once again, I asked the neighboring residents if they had seen the cloaked lady. Well… Lightning did not strike twice. No one had seen her. Even worse, it appears that I am somehow in the 1970s and I’m not quite sure how I got here or how I leave.
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