This from my series of short time portal stories.

I went back to July 862 BCE Manhattan. Wilderness, and rather cool even though summer. The long jump froze my Dark Matter pocket watch.

I was there four days 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 four days living being fed and protected by the island's Mannahatta folk.

I never saw the kind people that took care of me. I left them a carved Blue Jay.

Neon shimmer and gone.