When the team heard the dam explode, they knew they had limited time to make it to safety. In moments, they stood on shore.
“Folks,” said Tour Captain Monticello. “On behalf of Temporal Adventure Tours, I apologize. Seems the Three Gorges Dam did not explode in the afternoon of April 4, 2044. It was the morning as you can see.” He pointed to the pall of black smoke upstream.
“Our rafting tour to 207 years ago has been cut short.”
He looked sternly at their three rafting guests. “Now all of you have your temporal transponders, right? You can’t beam to safety without them.”
Two nodded. Benny Henreddy shook his head. “I lost it!”
Monticello winced sympathetically. “That’s a damn shame, son.”
“Hold on. I’m a billionaire. Give me one of yours! I’ll pay you!”
Everyone else beamed away without responding. Monticello shook his head. “Sorry, son.”
“But what should I do?” screamed Benny.
Monticello looked up at the murderous wall of water fast approaching. “Breast stroke, I’d say.”
Three Gorges Dam: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Three_Gorges_Dam
Every Monday it’s time to finish the story based upon a photo by the talented Barbara W. Beacham. This week, the beginning sentence is, “When the team heard the dam explode, they knew they had limited time to make it to safety.” It’s up to us to run with it from there. Look here for more stories answering the challenge: https://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/2015/03/23/mondays-finish-the-story-march-23rd-2015/