Captain's log
Captain’s log. No stardate.
The Earth date is September 18th, 2004. What has happened to me is so bizarre, I hardly know where to begin. . . The Calhoun reached Earth for repairs, shore leave and a general report to Headquarters. I beamed down to Pyongyang, looking forward to seeing my family again. . .
I’ll try to describe this precisely, because it may be important. I’m dictating this log into my combadge’s limited computer memory, by the way. So. . . I was walking down the street, and everything seemed normal. Suddenly, I felt. . . dizzy. A wave of dizziness, so sudden and strong I had to close my eyes and lean against a wall for balance. It came out of nowhere. . . It didn’t last long, but. . . Oh, yes, there was also a tingling. All through my body. The closest thing I could compare it to would be a transporter, but I don’t think it was that. When it faded, when the dizziness passed, everything had changed. I could tell it was still the same place, but. . . different. Different architecture. The street was empty. It had stopped raining. . . and I think the temperature had dropped, a little.
Anyway, eventually I found someone, a police officer, and I found out I was in the past. Rye Ok-San’s her name. I’m staying in her flat right now; I’m something between a guest and a prisoner, I think. She’s trying to work out what I’m doing here in Pyongyang, without authorisation. I’m a big mystery to her. I think she feels sorry for me; I looked lost and confused when we met. She can’t let me walk about freely, but she doesn’t want to lock me up in a cell. . . so she’s locking me up in her own flat instead.
Now I just need to work out what to do. . . How to get back to my own time. Right now, I have not the slightest idea. . .
Save and end log.
