The little wild cat watch on Finn Lewis' wrist automatically adjusted the time. He couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at it—it was somewhat disorienting. To him, clearly, more than ten days had passed, but to others in the modern world, Finn had only been gone for a day or two.
He took out his phone and checked his missed calls. There weren't many, but there were quite a few unread messages. None of them were that important, just daily life stuff. There was also a greeting message from Kay Lee. Finn replied to Kay, informing her that he had been in a meeting all day and had not checked his phone.
He chatted with Kay Lee for a bit before returning to his hotel. After their conversation, Finn rubbed his temples, chuckling bitterly. This running back and forth was not a pleasant thing. What seemed like a simple thing—passing a day in the past—resulted in ten days gone by for Finn in the year 1837. Adjusting back to the present required some effort.
