The Magic of Christmas

Lost

 After a long time walking, I saw a lady selling hand-knitted hats and gloves, and I approached her.

 - You look very familiar. - I said. 

- It just occurred to you. 

- Were you perhaps in the library in Florence a few days ago?

- Why would I go from London to the library in Florence?

- From London? Where am I? Why do people look different?

- You're in London. These people look unreservedly normal.

- Sorry, I was thinking something. Thank you.

I passed a gentleman who sells calendars. 1984? How is it possible?

Is this just a dream? I thought aloud. I can't teleport to London from 40 years ago. It's just impossible! These people ... do they even exist or is it all just an illusion? A thousand questions hovered over my head, and I didn't know the answer to any of them. Oh, if only I had the phone to look for answers on the internet. Suddenly, I saw the light and heard people shouting "Watch out"! After that - darkness.