note: after this the man will start building his machine, travel back in time, come back and start receiving disturbing de ja vu like flashbacks.

Disaster
Theoretically, time travel is the idea that man will someday be able to travel through periods of time without being altered or harmed. Unfortunately, that's just theory.

Year 2034
On the Southern Coast of California, the summer is just beginning. The small town of Old Carlsbad is coming to life for the season. The streets are scattered with crowds of tourists and locals, and the beaches are lined with families, surfboards, and hundreds of colorful umbrellas that seem to run on infinitely. Here, time is nonexistent. The waves move in constant fluctuation, and the salty breeze leaves the refreshing notion of summer. Days roll into nights without notice, and everyone and everything has a sense of normalcy and peace. Beneath the surface of this, though, something was about to happen, and nobody saw it coming.
James Michaels wanted nothing but fame. He wanted to walk the streets and hear his name being called from every direction. He wanted his face plastered on busses, and all over the newsstands. Yet, there he was. Sitting behind his computer screen with a notebook filled with pages upon pages of calculations and figures. He knew he held the key; he just had to figure out which door it fit in to. He had been studying for years, living day in and day out trying to unlock the mystery that had baffled scientists for decades. People thought he was crazy, but he believed someday, he would be the first man to travel through time.
Year 2037
James stood nervously at the doors of San Diego State University awaiting his fate. He had just presented blueprints to the Scientific Board in hopes of getting financing to build his revolutionary machine. The Board was full of skeptics; it wasn't the first time he had been in front of them. In fact, only a year and a half prior he was nearly laughed out of the building. This time it would be different though. He had done so much more, had so much solid evidence, they couldn't say no, they just couldn't. He played their imaginary answer over and over again in his mind until his hopes couldn't get any higher.
He was summoned back into the room of solemn-faced business men, who looked as if they hadn't seen a smile in centuries. Gregory Davidson, who seemed to be the leading man in the group, handed James a stack of paper with a large red stamp across the top, reading "APPROVED". James stood almost breathless, thanked the men, and hurried out of the room. Once he left he let his joy get the better of him as he did a dance of victory towards his tired old Honda.