Corridors in Time

In the streets of wintry London, people scurry about in the cold wind, anxious to return to their warm fire places. An old man shuffles alonghis hands and feet crippled by age, his breath labored, and his thoughts occupied by his unappreciated work at the University of London. As Arthur washes down a handful of pain pills with brandy, he enters a dark tunnel with only one wishto die. But as he falls and begins twitching, Arthur soon realizes that someone else has a diff erent plan for him. Arthu