The control for the return involved a reverse inversion by means of a lever latch in the opposite direction.

– Time to go home, – he muttered to himself.

A moment later, he was indeed in the place of his garage on the outskirts of the city, but he felt that he had landed on something high. After making sure that the gas analyzer for the outer atmosphere was turned on, Alois made sure that it was Earth, and opened the cockpit light. I took a breath of fresh air and got up, but I couldn't get down right away. He couldn't think of anything else to do but just jump down from the height. He succeeded, but he fell a little on his left side and closed his eyes a little from the slight pain he experienced.

When he opened his eyes, he found that what he had "landed" on had actually come with him, it was the garage of a neighbor who had disappeared after being accidentally annihilated.

– And how will I explain this event to my neighbor? Okay, I'll figure something out, but the flag never came back, it got stuck between the roof of the neighbor's garage and the teleporter, " Alois said almost aloud to himself.

He placed the teleporter in the garage in "home" mode, but the neighbor's garage remained standing crookedly in the middle of the road.

– If anything, I wasn't here, – the homegrown astronaut thought, and got into his old car and drove home.

He got to work on time, even managed to sleep at home.

From work, he called Jessica, who had recently quit and wanted to become a writer. He told her everything as it was, but she laughed and said that she would probably start her literary work with a fantasy novel, although she was going to start with romance novels. Alois had never felt so funny, he wanted to fly through space with a teleporter, then tell and prove his flight with the flag and marry Jess. As a result, she laughed at him, and the neighbor will also try for a long time to find out the reason why his garage first disappeared, then appeared, while he saw him Aloyza often in the garage, and he will definitely pry him. – I haven't been anywhere, I haven't seen anyone, that's all! – I said aloud this time and, getting into my old car, after work, I drove towards the river port in the hope of meeting a girl.

Vlad walked slowly, even though he was already late for work. He worked as a designer in the construction and repair department of a large company. It was wet, and small streams trickled down the sidewalk.

At the back of the bus stop there was a sewer manhole, or it was a manhole of an underground heating main, it was not immediately clear.

Vlad stood on this cast-iron trapdoor and decided to transfer the pen and ink from his breast pocket to a small plastic briefcase, which usually carries a single package of documents. It was inexpensive, and Vlad didn't try to look more presentable than he really was. His department was located in the back office of the office, and very rarely did anyone come to see him. Customers of the design rarely visited, because the design was ordered, and he processed it for several weeks.

For some reason, I pressed the fountain pen button, and suddenly I was at home in front of the TV in my house tights and chips.

He closed his eyes and pinched himself, but nothing changed, the TV was still playing, and it was dark outside.

– So-o-o-o-o! Did I eat today, or did I get poisoned, or did I die?

The clock read 19: 03.

– I need to call my brother, I don't understand what's going on.

Vlad finds his brother's number and calls him, to which he quickly answers him and says that he is very busy, and said that he got his feet wet in a ditch on the street today.

– Rain, ditch, I remember that. I need to call my office.

– Seryoga, what's going on at work today?

– Vlad! The day went great after the clients came out of your office and ordered the design of one house with finishing, they found us seven more customers, okay, that's it, bye, see you tomorrow. Without waiting for Vlad's reply, Sergey hung up.

Vlad after the call sat in complete incomprehension of what was happening, how all this can happen. Okay, I'll go cook dinner, maybe he'll let me go.

After dinner, he had already forgotten about today's incomprehensible time paradox and was about to go to bed.

– What's going on? – Okay, maybe I'm overworked, I have to go back to work tomorrow, I need to sleep.

The next day, he also went to the bus stop, but nothing happened, he even tried to stand on the hatch on the sidewalk, but again nothing happened. A trolleybus arrived, and he silently got on and drove off, paying for the trip with a bank card.

At work, when he went into the office, he saw a couple of new folders of papers. Turning on the co-computer, I started working on the sketches that were in these folders. He didn't remember being at work yesterday, and that was a big problem. Therefore, the subtleties of the design and the wishes of customers must be taken into account, otherwise it always ends in a scandal at the end of the work.

He didn't remember yesterday. I tried to find out more information about yesterday in the corridor, but no one said anything, and everyone behaved normally.

I went home on the usual route, and all the time I was thinking, why did yesterday happen like this and whether it is possible to repeat it and immediately be at the TV after work?

The next morning, he walked confidently to the bus stop, thinking not about how it happened, but about how to repeat it.

As a person with a technical background as an architect, he immediately began to spin different combinations in his head, that you need to do the same thing that he did the day before yesterday morning.

I stood on the hatch, but, as expected, nothing happened.

– A pen, really? – Less often…

And clicked. He pulled out some notes from the small bundle in which he usually carried them, and pressed a button.

He was immediately in front of the TV with chips in his hands.

– Ye-e-e-e-h-u-u-u! Eureka! – for some reason Vlad added to his interjections, which he pronounced very long.

Tomorrow, he already knew what he would do in the morning, so in the evening he even stopped thinking about work and started watching a new series that was released recently in several seasons at once.

The next day, he stood on the hatch, pressed the fountain pen button, and found himself in front of the TV, and this continued every day, of course, on weekends he did not go anywhere at all. But he stopped shaving and kept up a routine, because he wasn't interestedin it anymore, no matter. His salary was paid, as usual, and even an additional bonus for work that he did not even do, he did not even see clients, but it was as if it was being done. Sometimes his friends from work called him, and they went to a club or just to a cafe to relax, everythingthat concerns his life after work has not changed, it's just that work time has ceased to exist in his life. Sometimes he didn't push the handle and drove to work just for fun. In a month, sometimes he did not go to work even once and even began toforget a little who he was working at all. So a long time passed, and one morning, when he reached the bus stop, he did not see the hatch, it was rolled up tightly on top of fresh asphalt. Vlad started frantically looking around to see if he had confused the bus stop, the street, or something else. But the hatch wasn't there. He even forgot about the pen and, when he came to work, sat down at his workplace, where there was already a separate cabinet with new folders. Vlad sat and stared absently at the files and the desktop. He didn't know what to do and where to start, where the order was, and in general, at work, he saw a lot of new people when he went out into the corridor. When he started to go back to his own office, he saw an inscription where "purchasing director"was written on the place of the position with his last name. – What purchases? I'm a designer…