When Jakin entered the hole, he saw only darkness for a moment. Then, as he emerged from the hole, he suddenly realized he was flying in the sky. Not in space, but in the sky. Then he also realized that he was no longer in an F-5 Comet, but in a somewhat flimsy looking yellow plane. He had on his head a leather cap, with a black scarf tied around his neck. Huge goggles were over his eyes, and the suddenness of having them on made him immediately try and take them off. He was wearing leather gloves, and his hands were clutching some sort of controls, but the plane was weaving back and forth now. He saw small buildings getting steadily closer and closer, and the green grass below was coming up to meet him. Thankfully, he was right above an open field when he landed, and though it was an extremely bumpy landing, it was a safe one.
Marion radioed back to the station room, telling them that she was going in after Jakin. They told her not to, but she was not about to leave Jakin in there. She flew in, slowly and carefully.
Jakin clumsily climbed out of the plane, taking his hat and goggles off. He surveyed the landscape, finding himself fairly close to a small farmhouse. Not far away was what looked to be a city, and Jakin started making his way towards it.
When Marion came out of the black hole, she too saw that she was flying some sort of plane. She was wearing much the same thing as Jakin was, except she was wearing a light blue cotton dress, and high heels. She did not know it, but she landed in a field not far from the field where Jakin landed. After she climbed out, she looked down at her clothes. Blue dress, white bead necklace, a deeper blue cloche hat with a white feather in it, and white high heels. She looked around, wondering where she was. Then, she saw that she was close to a very large city, and decided to go to it.
Jakin finally reached the city, and as he walked in it, he saw some young boys playing on a sidewalk. Each wore a cloth hat, with brown knickers and suspenders. They were playing marbles, but when they saw him, they stopped playing, and one of them called out, "Fancy clothes you got, mister. You one of them pilots?" Before Jakin could answer, another boy retorted, "He ain't a pilot. I saw him land his plane, and he near crashed it."
"I'm afraid that's true. I've never really flown one of those planes before." He answered. Another boy piped up, "Where you from? You don't talk like we do."
"Back east a bit, I believe. I'm new here."
"I can see that." The speaker was a man who had come up behind Jakin.
"Scram." He said to the boys, and instantly they did. Jakin looked at the man. He wore a pinstripe gray suit, with a brown fedora perched precariously at the top of his head. His eyes narrowed as he looked at Jakin up and down. "All newcomers gotta go through the boss. Come with me." Jakin didn't want to go anywhere with this man, but he bit back his protest as a gun suddenly appeared in the man's left arm.
He cradled it, casually pointing it straight at Jakin as if it were an everyday sort of action. He motioned for Jakin to start walking, and fell in behind him. As they made their way across town, Jakin took in everything. The city was dirty, with newspapers littered all over the place, and it seemed as if there were very few people there. At last, the man told Jakin to stop when they reached a large building. The man grabbed Jakin's arm, and pushed him through the opening, though Jakin wasn't sure why. He was further pushed into a large room, where a broad shouldered man sat behind an enormous desk. He had dark curly hair, and smoke lazily drifted upwards as he smoked a fat cigar. Two muscular med stood behind him, as if at attention. Both of them also cradled long guns, ready to fight. Jakin stopped before the man, waiting. The man slowly set down his cigar, then spoke to the man behind Jakin. "What's he want?"
"He's a newcomer. Thought you might like to see him before letting him traipse around town. He could be a spy, you know."
"Yeah yeah, I know. But so far, you've brought me about fifty people you say are spies. So we kill e'm, and then we find out they aren't spies. So you know, I want youse to get real proof of them being spies before you bring e'm to me, okay?" The man behind him nodded an affirmative, and then the man behind the desk looked at Jakin.
"I'm Mack. The Mack. Let's just say I basically own this town. You give me trouble, and you get a slug in the back. Got it?" Jakin gave a slow nod. He didn't want any trouble with "Mack" if he could help it. When he nodded, Mack dismissed them with his hand. The man behind him jabbed him with the gun, and the two walked out of the room. Once they were outside, the man finally pointed the end of the gun at the ground. His eyes weren't as hard as they had been earlier as he said, "Just don't give us no trouble. You innocent and you don't wanna mess with us, that's fine with me." At that, he turned on his heel, and walked away. Jakin gave a sigh of relief. He had no idea what time he was in, and it almost scared him. He'd give anything to have The Book right now, and he wondered why he had been pulled into this time so suddenly. He wondered where Marion was, too.