@Dan
Time Period: 19th Century London
The sounds of bells woke Alan up from his slumber. He looked around. He was laying down, in the bed of a flat in downtown London. The room was lightly lit, with light filtering in through the curtains of a nearby window. Right... he was here. Alan had been in this time period for quite some time now, probably about 2 years now. Of course, he knew that he didn't age, he never did. He just jumped around from one anomaly to the next, sometimes at differing times. He could go through the same loop multiple times, and yet leave at different times. Alan sat up. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. It was... 9 o'clock in the morning, if his clock was right. He stood up and got out of bed. Time for another day.
He walked through the flat. He had managed to rent the flat with money from some jobs he worked. Of course, it wouldn't matter, he would just lose the flat when he went into the next anomaly, or if time got reset in this anomaly. He sat down at a table, and ate some fruit. Alan didn't even remember who he was, or who he had been. He just knew his name, Alan Clarke. He didn't remember where he came from, or how he even got trapped in this loop. He didn't remember anybody from his past life, all he knew was the anomalies.
Oh, the anomalies. Alan's never-ending torture in this hell-scape. He could never leave, he could never escape. He was forced to live through all of these anomalies, die, and then restart from the beginning, going over and over again, never stopping, keeping Alan trapped in a sort of grim immortality. Even if he tried to kill himself, time would just reset, and he would be back to life, before he tried to kill himself. The torture and pain of living in this hellish land would never stop.
Alan finished his breakfast, and stood up and got changed. He changed into the normal clothes of this time period. He looked up at himself at a mirror on his dresser. He looked at himself. The man in the mirror was like a stranger to him, completely unfamiliar, and he knew nothing about the person in the mirror.
Alan sighed. Time to get moving. He opened the door to his flat and exited, shutting the door behind him. He walked down the stairs and outside.He emerged onto a sidewalk, next to a busy street. Cars were moving from left to right, and people went out about on their day, not knowing that their entire life was to be trapped in here with Alan.
Alan started walking down the sidewalk, trying to enjoy this beautiful day in his misery.