Sammy, a curious and inventive ten-year-old, tinkers with scraps of metal and a broken alarm clock, his brow furrowed in concentration. He carefully coils wires and connects batteries, lost in a world of possibility.
"If I can make this clock run backwards, maybe it can fix my comic book," he muses, glancing at his torn superhero issue.
Sammy’s hand slips, pressing two wires together. The device whirs and vibrates, then emits a soft chime. Everything around him seems to slow, colors stretching and swirling as if time itself is bending.
"Whoa—what did I just do?" he gasps, watching the second hand of the clock spin rapidly backward.
Sammy stands frozen, clutching his invention, as a boy his own age approaches with a curious grin. The world feels both familiar and utterly strange, like stepping into a faded photograph.
Tommy, a friendly local kid dressed in suspenders and high socks, eyes Sammy’s odd gadget.
"Hey, where'd you get that cool thing?"
Sammy fiddles with the device, muttering to himself, while Tommy watches with wide eyes. The clock whirs, but nothing happens. Sammy’s heart hammers in his chest, his mind racing.
"I think I built a time machine by accident," he admits, voice trembling.
"Can it take us to the future?" Tommy asks, wonder in his tone.
Sammy explains the parts, pointing out wires and batteries, while Tommy offers ideas and encouragement. Together, they try new combinations, laughter mixing with hope. The machine sputters and whirs, promising adventure.
"Maybe if we work together, we can figure it out,"
"Let's see how far we can go!"
He looks around, amazed and grateful, his heart full of stories and new friendships. On his workbench, a new comic book waits—untorn, ready for fresh adventures. Sammy smiles, eyes shining, already dreaming of where his accidental invention might take him next.
