Bill was going to a bachelor party for his co-worker Brendan. Brendan was engaged to marry a tall blonde whose only interest was in the latest designer fashions. Bill had tried to warn his friend early in the couple's relationship, but he didn't want to hear it. So Bill resolved to be the best friend he could be, and eventually when Brendan realized his mistake, Bill would be there to help him pack his bags…and take him out for some Firewhiskey.
Speaking of Firewhiskey, Bill was carrying some in a paper sack as he entered the large and opulent hotel. He walked directly toward the elevator not bothering to look around. If he had, he would have noticed his arch-rival from school days glaring at him.
Just before he made it to the elevator, Evan Macnair cast a curse toward him. But Bill's finely honed instincts served him well, he spun and the curse hit the bottle of Firewhiskey instead of his back. The bottle shattered, and covered the floor in liquid.
Just then, a friend of Macnair's, standing not far away, threw a lit match onto the liquid. Fortunately for Bill, Macnair's friend was an idiot. Firewhiskey was supposed to be set on fire in the shot glasses. The fire was not hot, merely warm. If Macnair's friend had thrown water on the Firewhiskey it would have started a hot fire.
Unfortunately, that did not stop Evan from sending another curse at Bill. This time it shattered the Time Turner that Bill had been using for work.
No one had ever tested what Time Turner sand would do when mixed with lit Firewhiskey. If they had, they would have known that it would transport anything in it to the last place they had been thinking of, and to the very beginning of its existence.
Bill was sent back one thousand years.