April 28, 160,000,000 B.C.
The Mysterious Beyond, Modern-Day Utah
The first thing Cleve noticed was that he was now in some sort of canyon. The ground was soft, and the air was once again fresh. The air even felt enervating. The atmosphere, at the time, contained more oxygen then it did today. The fresh air was a welcomed relief to Cleve's frayed nerves, but his clam and composure soon turned to horror.
"The is definitely not Philadelphia," Cleve whispered to himself, "and where is my ship?"
He looked around, but there was no trace of his ship, the ocean, or any man-made objects.
"Am I dreaming, or am I just hallucinating?" Cleve asked himself. He pinched himself, but the pain was real. Cleve, who has been too confused to feel shock, suddenly realized the grim reality of his situation. He was stuck in the middle of nowhere with no one else to help him. But as a Navy officer, he was well-trained and didn't panic. He remembered his "wilderness survival" training as a boyscout. The first order of business was to find water, and Cleve set out to do so. He took a few steps forward. Something didn't feel right.
"Wait, what is this?" Cleve asked himself, "This isn't grass." The "grass" looked just the same as it did back in Philadelphia, but it was a lot stiffer. Cleve pulled a strand out of the ground and carefully examined it.
"This is interesting," Cleve whispered to himself as he examined the blade of grass, "and I'm sure that I've never seen anything like it." It also had a different smell than the grass back in Philadelphia.
Just as Cleve was getting up to continue his journey, he heard a loud explosion to his right. The explosion wasn't close, but he could vaguely make out a plume of smoke in the distance. An explosion meant humans, and humans meant rescue.
"Ha, I knew it," Cleve laughed, "I knew I wasn't alone." He rushed towards the plume of smoke. There was a hill between him and the plume of smoke, but Cleve still had plenty of energy left. Little did he know, he was headed straight for disaster.