In an alley off of Brewer Street in Oxford, there was nothing happening. Shops outside of the alleyway were lit, shoppers were shopping, patrons were entering and exiting Madame JoJo's club, but nothing was happening in the alley. Everything seemed to be right as rain, which coincidentally was forecast for that evening.
The first big, fat drops of the night storm plunked purposefully against the garbage cans in the alley. Steadily, the drops began to increase in pace and cadence. Rumbles overhead sent the late night crowd indoors. Rain was one thing, but who really wanted to be holding an umbrella up when there was a chance of lightning? And, a bolt would strike soon, if the flickering street lamps were any indicator.
Indeed, the wise observations proved true. A white lance of energy stabbed into the ground in that nothing-happening alleyway. With the usual lightning bolt display of sparks and energy, the bolt short circuited the nearby electrical wires, plunging the block into darkness. Unlike lightning, however, this bolt deposited a man. He was dressed as an office worker, completely unprepared for the showers now drenching him.
"...oh hell, really?"
He hunched his tall frame and ran for the nearest doorway. The bookstore it belonged to was long closed, not keeping open for the late night shoppers. The young man sheltered there for a moment, catching his breath.
Sam Sullivan, wizard of Her Majesty's government, investigator for the Department of Homeland Security had successfully traveled back in time. Now, if he could only figure out when and where exactly he was...