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Lockers line both sides of the hallway like sentinels.
The air is warm and smells like french fries, notebooks and deodorant. From somewhere comes the buzz of people talking, laughing. Pulling a small black rectangular object out of his pocket, he aims it toward the large white rectangle he'd traveled here in. Pushing a button on the black controller, a narrow blue beam shoots out and the time machine immediately shrinks to the size of a pink eraser. Pocketing both items, he heads for the cafeteria.