Hard TimeIntroduction
It started without any warning. One moment, I was walking to the luggage carousel in the airport after returning from a business trip and, at the next moment, I was lying on the ground face down in dirt and leaves. I was dressed as I had been with my overnight bag slung over my shoulder and my laptop bag on my other. There was no flash of light, no loud bang, nor any significant thing occurring to note the transition. For transition it was. I was now in a forest surrounded by tall trees and...