Zack continued flying along. He didn’t care who saw him as he just wanted to get back to his own time. He regretted ever making the silly machine. He missed his family already. And he berated himself for being too weak to do anything in regards to stopping that male having his way with the poor female.

He seemed confused for a moment. He was using the telekinetic ability to keep his height and forward speed consistant in the air. There was no down draft, yet he felt like he was being sucked down. He struggled to keep in the air, only managing to stay aloft for a further few seconds, tumbling out of the sky like a rock. He fought against it and used every ounce of his concentation to stay in the air, but his attempt was completely unsuccessful. He crashed down hard into a patch of long dry grass and lay on the ground.

Zack: *groans as he lies on his back, his back aching from the fall* What the heck happened…?