Scientists are running, shouting while the red lights flash overhead, just as the time portal flickers to life once, twice, three times before flaring open. The running and shouting ends abruptly. No one moves, speaks. They can only stare now, as time stands still.
It's never been used. Hasn't even been tested.
This isn't possible.
Dog emerges from the light, the simple wagon rolling along behind him. The moment he exits, the light dies, cut off by the passing of the world he's left.
Scents he's not familiar with yet knows intimately, thanks to Trio, assault his sensitive nose. He lunges forward, a scientist falling back at his advance, the man tripping and falling only to have his dark-skinned face covered in Dog's kisses.
He knows this man, by smell and by sight. Or knew him, as a boy genius named Socrates.
Trio's memories whisper to Dog as he barks once sharply in happiness before turning away and trotting toward the exit.
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