It occurred to me that I had not returned to Eon even though he had said time travelers did. Yet then again I was not supposed to be seen, heard or harmed while I traveled back in time. I looked at a burn on my arm. Well, I had been seen, heard, injured and nearly killed. I touched the burn and pain shot all the way down my arm. “Oi, Eon,” I called angrily out to the air. “You need to rethink your rules of time. They’re a bit dodgy.”
