Signs hanging above the shops let you know you're in London, England. The clopping hooves of a horse-drawn cart can be heard in the distance. Squealing piglets are being joyfully chased by children running all about. Vegetable peels and table scraps fall right onto the street below. And now here come the pigs, rushing to the scene to investigate the tasty morsels of garbage they might eat.
Pigs run freely about to eat whatever is edible.
The call comes again. Running, ducking, jumping over slippery, slimy garbage, you head back to the time machine, set the dials to the present, and hit the buttons again. You feel yourself being flung forward in your seat. The door opens behind you, but you remain seated as your mind continues to spin with the memory of your adventure. It's good to be back home.