Objects in the mirror may...

Thomas was staring into the mirror when time reset itself. His final unsuccessful attempt at fashioning a bow tie for his cousin's wedding led to his surrender. It was the light slow behind his sambas outlining his suit pants that made Thomas raise his head. The door to his room was glow white with an edge of red. The wooden panels behind the coat hook on the back began to bulge in and out with a life all its own.

Frozen in terror, he continued to stare as the light pierced through in bubbles in the wallpaper within seconds. Reaching for his iPhone, he began to dial Shannon to see if she noticed anything downstairs, but the phone flashed no signal before reflecting the light shining through the ceiling and engulfing the brown faux wood panels of the ceiling fan. The light bulbs began to pop with electricity as charges from the light reach through the glass around the metal filaments.

In his head, Thomas began to hear John Lithgow's voice whisper, "Time sneaks up on you like a windshield on a bug." He could not figure out why this line hit him at that moment when the light took over everything behind him in the mirror and his vision whited out the day.

When his vision cleared and objects took shape again around him. His room was gone. His feet were planted in a patch of dirt with footprints in every shape and size but his. Nowhere could he see the ribbed arch of his shoe print or the round outlines at the ball of each foot. The horizon filled with building outlines of the neighborhood he had grown up in since he was five. The house next door was merely a frame of itself and the builders were staring at him as if he were a car wreck they had just witnessed a moment before.

There was no ringing in his ears like bending metal, so he knew he was no car wreck, but also he did not know where he was either. It was in the height of his brain freeze that he heard his name called out from across the street. "Thomas?"

From the dug out future basement of the Hanson's house across the street, Eddie Hanson was crawling from the hole in the ground between the cement mixers and the stacks of bricks. He pulled himself to his feet next to the stack of bricks before Thomas watched his eyes grow large and Eddie ducked behind the stack of bricks.

Following Eddie's previous gaze, Thomas felt his jaw go slack. Next to the architect's station in front of the future Sanders house, Thomas recognized Jan and Steve Sanders staring at him. He had known them for years as they had been his parents' closest friends in the neighborhood, but never had kids. It had leaked out over years growing up that Steve had been mugged and shot causing severe trauma to his thigh limiting blood flow for so long that he was declared sterile. He had never looked at Steve the same after that, but now he was seeing him anew as Steve and Jan stood staring from their future home at age 23. Their house had been built 3 years before Thomas was born. What in the hell was that glow?