Sebens Family Tree

Today I entered a closed time-like loop....
We started the day out taking a trip to the University of Arizona. Every aspect of the campus was much larger than the small Carthage campus we are all accustomed to; when we went into the bookstore, I thought it was 4 times as large as our bookstore, until I saw there was a basement. We all proceeded to go to the on campus museum to see the native american and pottery exhibits. The area concentrated on was that which is now southwestern United States and northwestern Mexico. It was interesting to read about how the different tribes gathered their food depending on the land type they lived in. After everyone finished viewing the exhibits, we split up. My group went and had lunch at Fuku Sushi in campustown; it was average. We proceeded to walk around the campus, during which is when we checked out the bookstore. We tried to get into and look at the football stadium, but we were only able to get into the indoor portion of it before being stopped by locked doors. Before we left, we stopped and checked out the optics lab building. There were some interesting figures made of different glasses and lenses that made people and things look all sorts of weird. We were able to get the the top of the building where there was a view of the stadium we were unable to see. Then we went back to our hotel. I went with Ian on a run around the area; to summarize the run, we created a cure for stress (its become a problem as time goes forward)...pretty much. When we got back, I checked what everyone was going to eat and made plans with Dane and Zach to get some pizza. So, before we went, I changed and when I stood up to leave with them I felt a stange dizzy sort of feeling. Little did I know I was in a closed time-like loop.
Other than the undeniable fact that we had traveled in time, we were pretty confused about our situation. It is in our conclusion that the events of the day were linked to the mysterious hot tub we had all been in within the last day. Thinking nothing of the dizzyness, Zach, Dane, and I went for a walk for a walk to a pizza joint, Grandma Tony's Pizza and Wings, though this struck us as an odd name. We went through a convenient hole in a fence that led toward our destination. Shortly thereafter, unsure of where we were actually going, we encountered a runner who we made out to be Justin. Though some what confused as to why we were talking to him about dinner, he was oddly knowledgeable about the area and pointed us in the right direction to our destination. As we approached our destination, we found it was part of a chain of restaurants linked together into what appeared to be a carnival. Again, odd, but pretty cool, so we walked in to the part of the carnival labeled Grandma Tony's Pizzeria. Inside, much to our surprise was a hoppin diner where we were seated almost imediately. The menu, did not resemble that of which we looked up before we went there, but it did include the wings, breadsticks, and Grandma Tony's Pizza we had planned on. Baffled by the diner atmosphere and the odd menu, we noticed the menu said Little Anthony's Diner; despite entering Grandma Tony's, we were in Little Anthony's ordering Grandma Tony's pizza. While waiting for our food, we started talking about the problem of how far Don would fall in 10 minutes that everyone had conversed in shortly after arriving in Tuscon. The waitress overheard our conversation and started asking us about flying, oddly intrigued. Adding to our puzzled state, the waitress then made metion of when she saw an airplane the year previous in 1956. Continuing the conversation, we metioned how Justin somehow knew the whereabouts of this restaurant. She seemed to know Justin, but refered to him as Mr. Sebens, the regular; it turns out, we were not talking to Justin, we were talking to his grandpa. To confirm our new belief that we had somehow traveled back in time, we saw a calendar on the diner for the year 1957. Also, the walls were filled with Coca-Cola advertisements, yet the diner served Pepsi products (impossible in todays society).
Although in clear trouble, we had a plesent time at the diner, as the food was quite good, and the bill was only for $5.25. Thankfully Zach had an old $5 bill, so he covered the meal. Full of thought, yet speechless, we left the diner we left with nothing to do, but hope for the best tomorrow.