Something is completely wrong here with the old tech being seen today from the ww2 plane and the cold war bomber with, could i be imaging all of this or perhaps could this truly be happening. I'm not the only one noticing this, a passer by also brings this up “ The hell is going on, is this some air show”. I go to respond but I'm speechless. There's not much to say in this scenario. I just nod in agreement. A huey one similar to the one in vietnam flies overhead, the buzz of a Bf-109 comes into view and opens fire ripping through the tail of the huey. With no control the huey spins down towards me and the passerby. Without hesitation we run out of the way chaos ensues the whole town, I glance up from the smoldering wreckage of the huey only to see a purple rift in the sky, one second later ww1 bi plane flies right out the rift behind it comes out a girl in a blue dress. Im hit hard in the back of the head by some unknown assailant. I awaken only to find everything is ok. “What a terrible dream”, I assure myself. After driving for a while I realize that I can vividly still remember the ‘dream’.

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2 Hours later-----

I've been driving around exploring the small town to realize I have no place to stay and no money for a hotel, so I head to Liz’s house.