“…kind”

I went back to July 23rd 3:47 EDT, 862 BCE Manhattan. Wilderness, and rather cool even though summer. The long jump froze my dark matter pocket watch. There three days, and a night. This subjective time as it rebooted.

No native folks I could find.
Though they found me, and were watching. I awoke on the second day to dried fish, and nuts wrapped in leaves next to me. I spent three days living, and being fed, and protected by the Mannahatta people.
I never saw the kind folks that took care of me. On my last night I left them a small carved blue jay. 

I shimmered neon blue,...and was gone.