The radio fails. We knew it would. The phones we brought were ploys to make us feel normal. The large spinning rings passed us through to another place.
The science was clear. It would be another time but the same place. They told us to be back to the landing point after six hours.
That would be fine had we landed. But the wormholes don’t keep time. We are traveling. Our useless devices tell us ten hours have pasted. We were going into the future. Saving ourselves is never easy.
Two people harnessed into a sphere. Disappear in time. Someday, they will land. The future doesn’t depend on them just civilization. Cures are out there, they have always told us that.