I had little to go on apart from aged blue-prints stolen from a Government agency and faded memories.
As the contraption finally juddered into life, I had a way out.
I clambered in just as my angry boss and his men sprinted towards me.
The machine took me back years: a fresh start beckoned.
I prized the device apart with a crow-bar and threw the mangled remains into the sea.
Nearby, a kid, vaguely familiar, stood on a rocky outcrop, staring at me.