[ WP ] A college campus is suddenly yanked into another dimension when a physics experiment goes wrong .

Three students were seated, they slouched, about a table that was quite dirty and itself sat within a sleepy bar that stood, or perhaps lay, on the third floor of a tall red-brick tower that served all the thirsty. There was a beer, for the engineer; a gin-and-tonic with a lime, for the student of sociology and crime; and a vodka and coke for the third, a medic, a real nerd. There was a fourth glass as well, it looked like tequila, for the fourth person in their party - a physicist - still stuck in the lab, for he'd said he'd be later as he was writing a paper. The engineer spoke first, and this was surprising. 
 
 `` Will he be long? ``, she said, `` I have a date at nine, and she's really quite darling.'' 
 
 `` He'll be here soon,'' this was the doctor, `` Do n't fear! You'll still get to hold her.'' 
 
 
 There was a pause and a chuckle and they drank and watched the sun-fall, then the moment was broken as the criminologist broke in. 
 
 `` It must be dull, all that writing,'' she said, `` When did he stop doing science - that was exciting.'' 
 
 `` Documentation, `` said the engineer, the end of her drink near `` is what built this great nation.'' 
 
 `` It's gone to your head!'' laughed the medic, but his joke dropped like lead. 
 
 
 The conversation had died, but there was no time to weep, because into the bar a strange light did seep. 
 
 The medic hurriedly stood to his feet, but fell flat on his face - he was really no athlete. 
 
 The sociologist leapt off her chair, with adequate footwear - do n't despair! 
 
 The engineer, who had a strong stomach, calmed her fears with a sip of the other girl's tonic. 
 
 The door of the bar burst open and a man entered screaming, with great big tears streaming. 
 
 `` Oh no! Oh no! ``, cried the man, it was the physicist! `` I've made a mistake'' 
 
 `` Is that what you call it? This whole place is a state'', said someone or other, in the voice of your mother. 
 
 `` You do n't understand! ``, he exclaimed, `` Something has changed.'' 
 
 The sociologist looked out the window, and widened her eyes - because she saw the most beautiful purple skies. 
 
 `` Where are we?'' she asked, `` This is n't Hackney.'' 
 
 The engineer looked glum, as her evening had suddenly became a great deal less fun. She turned to her friend 
 
 `` Well done,'' she said, `` There goes my weekend.'' 
 

