﻿The Traveller. Raymond Daley Copyright 18/9/11 by Raymond Daley
Smashwords Edition London, 2011. The landing was easy, done with
the experience of one who'd performed it so many times he could
probably do it in his sleep. No, he'd better not say that out
loud. Somewhere in another reality there probably WAS an
alternate version of him checking reality anomalies which
required landing whilst asleep. He fired up the computer.
Fantastic, this reality had Wi-Fi and an Internet. Well that
would make his job that much easier and quicker. Brilliant, it
even had a Wikipedia. At least it was better than that last
place, heck they hadn't even had a space program so no
satellites, no GPS and sadly no Internet. He'd had to do all his
research in libraries, eventually locating the anomaly - Werner
Von Braun had died as a baby so no rocket research. He'd been
glad to leave there but London had looked so different without
any Blitzkrieg, it looked old was what it looked. "Anyway" he
thought, "back to here". Dickens had liv