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