It seemed familiar and it's
Meet Me in Kansas City by Chris Mulder Really recommend it!
H. G. Wells stepped out of his Time Machine and looked down at his black
suit covered in dust. He took his handkerchief out of his pocket and began
to wipe himself free of the brownish red dirt. He walked through the
solarium which housed his Time Machine and into the main house. He was
very excited about documenting his latest time travel to the past. A smile
lingered on his lips as he moved into the library and walked over to his
desk. He was always eager to capture on paper the events at his journey's
end and now was no exception. He sat in his chair and unlocked the middle
drawer. Taking out a black journal, he lovingly thumbed through the pages
and mumbled words of approval to himself until he came to a blank page.
Picking up his pencil he began...
