When I was 14 I wrote this episote for the Time Tunnel, because I thought it was a real shame that Doug and Tony never made it home. I try to change the sentences into a more "normal"language instead of that of a 14 year old, otherwise, the story is precisely as I wrote it all those years ago.

Two American scientists are lost in the swirling maze of past and future ages during the first experiments on America's greatest and most secret project - The Time Tunnel. Tony Newman and Doug Phillips now tumble helplessly towards a new, fantastic adventure somewhere along the infinite corridors of time...

The dizziness grew worse and Tony knew they would soon reach their new destination. Would it be home this time? He hoped so. He and Doug had lived through many adventures and all he wanted now was to go home. The general, Ray and all the others had found a new way to get them home. And general Kirk had promised them they would be home soon.

Tony's feet landed on solid ground. He rolled over and got up almost immediately. He had landed on a green hill and he could smell the grass and flowers. In the nearby lake swans drifted lazily on the water.

A few meters away he saw his friend who had landed at a group of trees. He was lying on his back and didn't move.

Doug! Tony called out as he ran towards his friend.

Kneeling next to Doug he quickly examined him. There was a bruise on his head but no other obvious injuries. He must have landed against a tree.

Doug gave a small moan and started to move. He tried to sit up but would have fallen back had Tony not supported him.

Doug opened his eyes only to quickly close them again as the world started to spin violently. Carefully he tried opening them again after a few minutes.

Finally the world stopped spinning. He looked at his friend.

Are you all right Tony?

His friend nodded.

Where are we?

Tony shrugged I don't know yet.

Slowly Doug got up. Let's find out then.

But Tony stopped him. Are you all right?

Doug nodded. Yes, just a headache.

Together they walked down the hill.

At the bottom of the hill a green valley with fields of crops and fruit trees stretched out before them.

They walked towards the small town they saw.

At least it looks like these houses are built in our time. Tony said. feeling a spark of hope.Doug smiled. They most certainly do. he admitted.

When they came across a cabin and saw the door was open they looked inside. No one was there. On the wall was a picture of a man and a woman. Judging from the clothes they wore on the picture, this picture was taken in modern time.

Doug, we made it home this time!

Doug smiled, picking up a newspaper.

The smile on Doug's face faded. He sighed.

What is it?

Doug handed Tony the newspaper.

Tony's smile widened. More proof that we are home, in our own time?

He asked while accepting the newspaper.

No, Tony, we are not home.