As the weather clears I notice ugly, harsh white buildings in the distance. I begin to panic.
I imagine brutal, violent creatures watching me from every direction. I feel like so weak, so powerless, like a naked little bird being watched by a hawk. I struggle to lift the heavy time machine. Is slips and hits my chin, hard. I try again. Finally I am sitting on it and ready to go. And I relax.
Now that I know I can get home, I calm down. The sun comes out. Those buildings don't look so scary now. Nothing bad has happened. This might be a paradise for all I know. Should I go back to my time anyway? Or should I carry on carefully exploring? Or do something else?