Looking around me, I see the tops of buildings emit red lights, originally making the place dark to light.

“Atsushi, you know what's going on?” I ask. Dozens of aircraft begin to leave the station if what I am thinking is true...

“N-n-n-n-no, just I received orders to bring you here.” He speaks desperately. The various aircraft start running in our direction. Getting up from Atsushi aircraft, I jump.

“Get out, quickly!” Shout to Atsushi when I land. It seems that his superiors want something from me. I had expected this, seeing that I appear from nowhere on the wall of his city is suspect. I begin to invoke a non-lethal spell, but it will paralyze those who try to attack me.

"What do you want from me!?" I say to no one in particular. Suddenly, an aircraft that ran to me, stopping a few meters ahead of me. She was like a jet, silver color. Abruptly, the glass shades the pilot opens to reveal an elderly person. However, he does not seem fragile at all and was still using a costume of general. So he's the boss here?

"Tell me where you come from?" Question the old aggressively. Seeing that I have to answer that, an excuse. 

“I came of the past with a time machine!” I answer. I could have invented a more credible excuse, but I had little time to think. Also, if they do not want to talk, well. I just incapacitates them. Silence reflects on the dome.

“From past?” The old man speaks stunned. A strange light in his eyes. Seeing that he seemed to reflect a little, I cancel my spell. I do not think they tried to hurt me somehow.

“All people go and forget what happened today, I will talk privately with that person!” Screams the old. I was amazed at the old response. He orders to take me here, targeting me as an intruder and then have everyone go away? It has something strange about it...

“Please follow me.” The old man looks at me before starting to walk to your aircraft and whisper something to it. The jet seemed to understand and immediately was, along with other aircraft. In a few seconds everything was back to normal, the tops of the buildings do not emit more red lights.

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The old man begins to move toward a small building south of the station. It was small, with two stories high.

“This is your home?” I ask to the old man, looking at what is around me. Now I see better, this place looks like a place where people who work with the army live. Seeing the pavements and immaculately clean streets. Immediately I know I am in Japan.

“Yes.” Quickly replied.

“Old man, might know what you want to talk to me?” My voice a bit hectic. It will be very complicated to explain everything. I plan to tell someone my story. On my death and being sent to another world.

“You used an, inter dimensional portal to get here. Am I right?” Even without seeing his face immediately, I could tell he was smiling. How can he know about it?

“We will continue our conversation there.” I see the old man opened the door of his house. It was a simple house; she looked up out of here. A place with so much technology. However, it seems that people still like simple things. That is nice.

“Sit there.” It points to the old sofa in your living room. God, TV. Rushing to the couch, I sit like my house throwing my arms to the side, watching television, although it is off. 

It does not seem that the old care about it. That TV has a control?

“Continuing our conversation. How do you know what I used to come here?” I ask him. The old man looks at me angrily.

“You do not recognize a close friend anyway?!” Yikes. Could it be him? ... No, impossible. He spent a century, he should be dead. But with these technological advances... Could?

“Richard?” I ask with shock penetrating my entire being. Now I see his face clearly, he reminds me a lot, some of my closest friends. Richard Valvular.

“Yes, how long. Is not it?” A smile on the face of my old friend Richard. Maybe you should ignore the tears fall from my eyes. Quickly cleaning them. I ask thrilled.

“But how did you find out it was me?” Maybe by Atsushi? Nevertheless, how? This old did not say I was an intruder? Hell. 

“Well, let's start from the beginning ...” said Richard, sitting next to me with a strange look on his face. His personality seems to have changed with time. I wonder if he is still an otaku?