Dear Diary
25th March 1934: Although I find working for Lionel a rewarding and enjoyable means of making a living, I cannot ignore my obsession with my amateur time-travel experiments. I must report, dear reader, that these experiments have been successful. Having activated my device, I have traveled and returned to this very era from the 21st century, there having found the most extraordinary circumstances surrounding my employer. These very toys that we toil on daily have become highly prized items, and are traded freely at incomprehensible prices between those desiring them. Some of them are even reproduced in far-off lands and brought to these United States for sale! Upon a device strangely similar to a moving picture theater, but smaller, I saw our Lionel trains at prices we can only dream of. For example, I saw a 408-type locomotive with the unbelievable price of $3416.31. At that exact moment my time-travel device began to make concerning noises, and I realized I should tend to it. Hastily writing this information down on a scrap of paper from my pocket, I hurriedly inspected my time travel device and through a series of functions that I can only attribute to sheer luck, I found myself roughly deposited back in my workplace, as if I had fallen from the ceiling. Recovering my composure, and feeling about my person, I discovered I had no injuries. Happy with these circumstances, I proceeded to gather up the various and scattered contents of my pockets as my co-workers gazed at me, incredulous. (I believe that they think I am some sort of cellar-dwelling crackpot) I recovered my pipe, my fountain pen, pencils of course, and for some reason a bundle of Lionel labels, most of which I was able to pick up. In an attempt to gain normalcy, I began working at my station as though nothing was amiss, but for the life of me I cannot find the scrap of paper that I hurriedly scribbled the information upon.....................
