“I’m sorry,” Sarah said. “I’m a little confused.” She walked over to him. “Have you been standing here the whole time?”

“You lost?”

“I need to go back home.”

“I’m Willie. What’s your name?”

“Sarah Inman,” she answered, running through the fields.

“Hey, wait a minute!”

When Sarah arrived at the farmhouse, she noticed things had changed. The willow tree near the pond was smaller; the house was whiter, newer. Things seemed out of place. Recognizing something was wrong, she ran to the front of the house to look for her mother. She opened the screen door and stepped inside

“Willie, that you?” came a voice from the kitchen. “Feed them horses before your father comes home.”

Sarah’s farm didn’t have horses, and the voice was definitely not that of her mother. Something strange was afoot. The very thought of it chilled her. It was in that moment that Sarah realized she had gone back in time, somehow whisked back eighty or ninety years. But how? Why?