Synopsis

The air in the men’s club hung thick with the murmur of conversation. It was April 14th, 1961, and Peter Corrigan was engaged in one of his favored topics: the possibility of traversing time. He was mid-sentence, a fervent glint in his eye, when a sudden wave of dizziness washed over him. When the spinning subsided and his vision cleared, the familiar surroundings had vanished. He found himself no longer in the smoky room of the club, but standing on a street bathed in an unfamiliar light – Apri