He fought the nausea and the more insidious sickness of despair as he reached for the control crystals. He knew this time would…must be the shift that took him back…that took him home.
He now realized, beyond doubt, that disruption of the fabric of space was simply something with too many unaccountable variables for his device to ever be practical.
Through the disruption wake he saw the familiar shape of the Institute and prayed this would truly be his reality. If not, it would simply have to do since the device would have insufficient power for him to ever try again.
This story was written for the weekly Visual Dare photo prompt: whorl.