Content with how things had gone,
the guide double-backed to the beginning of the tour
and restarted the process of going through with a new group.

"Pleasure to meet you guys," she said,
"Let me show you around.
"As the first and foremost Museum of Broken Time,
let me show you some of these displays of locations
where time has stopped.

"Either places that refused to accept the passing of time,
pumped the brakes on current events when it didn’t suit them,
or tried to turn back the clock if it felt necessary."

She passed Fifties’ America, then nodded to current day Iran
and pointed over to an adjacent Afghanistan display.
They were all life-sized and, frankly, terrifying.

"You can enter each display, but be sure to have your pass with you,
so you can enter and exit as you see fit.
"No one wants to be trapped within one of these areas,
no matter how enlightened the era thinks they might be."

She glanced over at the small Grunge resurgence module
that the American Teens made necessary. Shaking her head,
the guide moved on.

"Many eras get considered for recreations, but Broken Time tends to
work on larger scale periods. Is there anything in particular you’re looking for?"
Her crowd was shocked and amazed by what was available.
This was usual. She could wait for them to come into their own.
She thought she might take them back to Fifties’ America,
but thought better of it, considering the number of minorities in the group.

She could wait until they came to their own decisions.