The Real World The dripping noise in that alley just made everything more ominous. And as Jack Stamp rounded the umpteenth corner, he found its source. An old gutter that had fallen off the wall and was catching the drips from the gutter before it. Jack kicked the gutter aside, and carried on. He could have stopped then. Sat down, taken what little food he had from his backpack. But he didn't. Jack just moved on. As always. And then, in the most inconvenient of times, the flickers returned and Jack Stamp was suddenly seeing a wasteland. The future of this alley. But then, as always, he was put back in 2012, and he carried on walking. But there was a part of Jack that stayed in the wasteland, that walked across sandy rocks instead of wet concrete. And then the Jack of the future was carried off by a robot, and the Jack Stamp of 2012 carried on walking, oblivious to his future arrest. Then he collapsed. Then his heart stopped. Jack Stamp, of 2012, was dead...? To be continued...