Back to the future

It was an adventure that only happens in Hollywood. Stevie was working on renovating part of the library with Ali and it was due to last several days. They did find it quite a different environment to the usual ones they were used to, very quiet, quaint even. Work was going well enough, with luck they'd be finished to watch some football match at the pub later on, they were on a roll at the bookies having scooped £60 on yesterday's Champions League results.

Stevie was ready to finish off the wiring job at the store room before lunch when he was distracted by some book which was stuck behind a shelf below the plug he was fixing. He leaned down to see what it was and noticed it was a dusty copy of 'The Way West'. It was well jammed in and he would need something long to prize it out.

Having the long screwdriver to hand he reached in carefully and tried to dislodge it. Suddenly a flash, a clap of thunder roared in his ears and there he was standing outside a saloon bar in a very dusty town. Unsure as to what had happened, he carefully looked round to see where he was. No Ali, no library, no noise, no hushed talking from the librarians. Where precisely was he?

He wandered along the street, a Trading station, a hardware store, and the only place he thought looked like it might have anyone in it. Being of an extremely calm disposition, he thought a cigarette would be the most fitting option given the circumstances, unfortunately without matches or cowboy boots, he had to use his lighter. He looked quite out of place in his fluorescent gilet.

And suddenly in front of him, what was this, some guy poncing around taking photos. Bang out of order.

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