Time Junction

     Remembering she had dropped the watch before, Will frantically searched the ground for the object. Through the hazy mist covering the ground, she could vaguely make out the harsh outline of the watch. She picked it up and placed the long golden chain of the pocket watch around her neck.

     If it was in fact the pocket watch that got her here, she sure as hell would make sure it got her back home.

     Will fumbled around with the pocket watch, trying with all her might to make it send her back to where she was before. She clicked the button on the back of the watch in the hope of that strange light emitting out of it again, but no such luck happened. Will even threw the watch to the ground in frustration after a few minutes, but when she picked it up again it seemed to have done no damage, which infuriated the young woman even more.

     It's useless, she thought, clicking her tongue in irritation.

     Believing that it was useless just standing there and wasting energy on a dysfunctional pocket watch, she wandered around Time Junction aimlessly. Since there wasn't much to see here except for doors, doors and more doors, she decided to approach the only thing that seemed out of place in this realm - the big hanging clock that seemed so disturbingly familiar to her. As she approached the clock she realized that it had looked so familiar as it had uncanny resemblance to her pocket watch.

     Will stopped a few feet away from the hanging clock. Her fingers reached up to touch the pocket watch around her neck just as she began to contemplate its larger duplicate in front of her.

     The larger clock had the same vintage, lacy design as the smaller one and both shared a similar golden colour. The only odd thing was that the big clock didn't emit any ticking noise as its hands whizzed through the clock face at an incredibly fast rate. Noticing a print of writing underneath the clock, she moved forward to read it:

                                                   Time Junction, 

                                                   Portal of Time

     Portal of time?

     Will's eyes widened at those three words. Surely this was a joke, right? Time portals were products of science fiction works, not real life!

     It was only then that the young woman paid attention to the doors that lined the perimeter of Time Junction. If possible, each and every one of the doors here seemed to beckon her over to them now that she had learned of the place's outlandish purpose.

     Walking towards the nearest door on her right, Will couldn't help feeling a bit amused by the whole situation. 

     Seriously? A portal of time?

     The door in front of her was quite small and had a vibrant colour. It was heavily decorated with vivid, swirly patterns and the door knob was in a shape of a bright red flower. The door number depicted the numbers 1967. Will snorted.

     So will I go back to the hippy sixties if I walk through this door?

     She looked at the next door down the line. This one was just a simple wooden door and had 1130 written on it. The one beside that had 1789.

     If this place really was a time portal, she decided that the best solution to get out of this damn place was to look for the present day's date on one of the doors. She proceeded to walk down the line of doors and checked the numbers.