[ WP ] You arrive at the airport with a ticket on a time travelling plane .

I always thought it would look more like a box or a booth. Instead, the Airbus A380 looks inconspicuous parked on the tarmac. It is just one of a number of jumbo jets looking to take people to business meetings, schools, family gatherings. 
 
 `` Oh thank goodness,'' a large man in a suit and sweat-stained shirt gasps as he grabs my shoulder. I do not know this man. `` Oh hell, I'm sorry buddy. I saw U of M on your bag and just assumed you were another American.'' 
 
 `` I am,'' I answer, drawing out the sounds to express some concern. 
 
 `` Sorry, it's just you spend two weeks surrounded by no-one but Asians and you start to go crazy. No basketball scores, no small talk about the weather. Just'ching chong ching chong chong' all the damn day.'' 
 
 I hate people like him. But my spirits are riding too high today to let such interactions spoil my spirits. I simply nod and return to staring out the window. 
 
 `` I'm Don, by the way.'' He extends a sweaty hand in my direction. It would be easy to refuse him, but then he'd likely turn that tongue on me. We shake hands. 
 
 `` Pete,'' I reply, staring past Don to watch the Chinese passengers keep their distance. 
 
 `` You visit China often? I must fly out here a dozen times each year. Used to work real estate, you know, selling houses. Now I sell brand names. Not products, just the names. Crazy, right? So what do you do, Pat? You coming you going? Live in LA or passing through? Where you going to?'' 
 
 I turn back to stare at the plane. It's not worth correcting him on the name. Besides, the attendant at the gate is getting ready to call for boarding. 
 
 `` Not where; when. I'm a time traveler.'' 
 
 Don spits in derision. `` You're what?!'' 
 
 `` I travel through time. And this,'' I nod towards the plane, `` is what will take me there.'' 
 
 `` You're messed up, man. Time travel? I was n't born yesterday.'' 
 
 `` We'll see in six hours.''
