The wealthy inventor had the penthouse suite.
Despite him only being in his early twenties his fortune had been made by inventing things that were time-saving devices that were very popular. Unlike those projects that came before, his latest invention was a non-material time transporter that didn’t involve any time cabinet, chair or other apparatus. Provided the time traveller was close to and within the field of the control box at the time of the countdown, travel was possible. When the time came to put the whole thing through its paces, he decided, as a first step, to merely go back fifty years to see what the city looked like. From weather bureau records he chose a day that had been dry with optimum daytime temperatures for comfortably moving around the city on foot.
Unhappily, at the preselected time the high-rise apartment building he was in was in the early stages of construction. As a result, he plummeted two hundred and fifty odd metres into the almost empty construction site. Matters were made worse by the fact that he fell onto and killed a construction worker. The man he killed had been dating the inventor’s mother at the time.
The full outcome of the flow on affects that came about as a direct result of this tear in the delicate fabric of time, were and are, truly unimaginable.