was Eliana ? She got to her feet and walked to where people scuttled by .
A friendly but busy-looking man was approaching her , and Eliana jumped out at a break in the crowd .
“ Excuse me ?” No answer . The man kept walking towards her .
“ Excuse me ?” Still nothing . “ Sir . Sir . Please stop ! Hello ?” The man was close now , heading straight toward Eliana and not halting .
“ Sir ! Sir ! Sir !” Eliana leapt out of the way , but it didn ’ t matter . He was going to hit her . But somehow , he didn ’ t . The man seemed to pass right through Eliana , right through her left shoulder . She felt nothing at all .
Eliana watched the man continue on . She furrowed her eyebrows , growing anxious as she peered at the bustle around her . In her periphery , Eliana noticed a box , a newspaper box . Quickly , she trotted over and knelt before it . Eliana placed a finger on the glass , skimming the newspaper with her golden eyes . She found the date in a matter of 18 seconds above the title Baker ’ s
Chronicle . Eliana squinted at the tiny print . “ October 5 , 1992 ,” she said aloud . “ I went back in time !” Eliana stood up abruptly , extremely concerned now . She glanced around her .
“ Hello ! Can anyone see me ?” she shouted frantically , racing over to the crowds . They did not turn to observe the weeping , little girl behind them , for they could not see her . “ Hello ! Can you hear me ?” Eliana yelped again . She reached out a hand to touch a kind-looking lady ’ s shoulder , but her finger slid through the figure . She could touch objects but not people , so how was