"What...where are we?" said Wilkins. His voice was thick with confusion.
"We've been here before," said the professor.
Wilkins looked at the volcano erupting in the distance, and ducked to avoid a swooping pterodactyl.
"Are you sure? I would have thought I would remember."
"I don't remember either," said the professor. "But my calculations predicted the possibility, and I'm sure..."
"...that's what's happened."
"You mean something's gone wrong?" said Wilkins, trying not to fall out of the tree they were now in. This seemed important, given the sabre toothed tiger below.
"The device failed! We are..."
"...trapped. We are skipping through time, again and again. Maybe forever."
Wilkins looked sadly out over the vast, broken landscape. Now it held only rubble and bones.
"We must have ripped the fabric of time," said the professor. "Like on an old fashioned vinyl. You know. Like a..."