Whoooosh.

My head is spinning and I know it’s happened again. I’ve been warped to another period of time. I swallow hard and wait to open my eyes until the faintness has subsided. I blink, and then again. I’m hovering above a sea of people clamoring angrily, rage collectively shaping their faces. Why am I above them? I try to move an arm, I can’t. I try to move my legs. Nope. I glance down and notice that I am tied by my arms and legs to a wooden stake, and I can feel heat starting to uncomfortably caress the bottoms of my bare feet.