Flash Waaaaaaay Back (part 26)

_Blinding flash_.

_High-pitched scream_.

_Loud bursts of noise_.

_Unknown pain, fierce, stabbing, my head_.

Silence.

It all stops without warning.

But one thing is for sure:

I'm not in the Inbetween anymore.

I'm not in the middle of the road, either.

I don't think I'm in the right century.

Or possibly even the correct _millenium_.

For where I'm standing isn't even stable ground. It's molten rock, quite warm, but thankfully not flaming hot.

And all around is a landscape of fiery, noisy chaos.

This isn't the world I'm used to. This is a world before my time.

This is a world still in the process of creation.

A world that needs more time to cool on the galactic windowsill.

How the fuck did I wind up here?

How am I still alive?

How is it possible that I've travelled back this far? I've only ever been able to travel back hundreds, not _billions_ of years.

_No time for questions_.

_Must get back and stop myself from de-icing the road_.

And a moment later...

...I'm standing in front of myself.