acetone in cadillac fleetwood

I was trying to put some pure acetone which I just bought for 5 dollars for 32oz into my car

The marketplace was the perfect illustration of orderly chaos. People busily flitted about their normal routines trying to get things done.Some were too busy to notice a faint dual tone rumbling. Others ignored it thinking it was an approaching storm. Only a few actually saw what it was and knew that soon, everyone would see it.
A whirlpool like portal opened up parallel to the ground. It quivered, shook, bent and finally sat still. The very air around it seemed to bend and refract. Then it burped. And a man fell to the ground hard.
And the portal closed with a drawn out belch as various debris dropped out and bounced along the ground.
A handful of people surrounded the body while muttering to themselves. That’s when the smoking, flame licked body moved.
“Not one of my better time jumps, I’d say. Hmm?” the body said as it slowly stood up, making crackling sounds as it did so.
“Oh, that hurt. Good thing I heal quick, eh?” he sad, leaning towards a frightened old man. The old man muttered a small phrase to his gods in his language.
“That’s okay. I’ve really got to get going anyways.” the timejumper said while patting the old man gently on the cheek. He turned and drunkenly hobbled/shuffled away from the old man.
“Whoa, that hurt worse than I thought.” was the last thing the small crowd heard him say as he rounded a corner.
Then the crowd went back to their normal lives as if nothing had happened. And according to their collective memories, nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Perfectly normal for a case of temporal shift-inversion induced amnesia on a mass scale. But a few who were there knew what had just happened.

And they duly reported it to those who should know about such things.

The Timekeeper was still brushing off dust and patting out small flames. The fact that he was doing this in an absent minded fashion didn’t register on his mind.

His mind was busy with other things. his most recent time jump had been rougher than he had expected...
The fact that he was out of phase with the current background time vibration pulse had barely kept him in one piece when he landed. Something was wrong.. Might’ve been the fact that he’d jumped from the center of an explosion.
He’d have to give that more thought, later though. There were other more pressing matters at hand. A gut feeling told him that he hadn’t quite made a clean escape and that he’d have company soon. Whether they were friend or foe depended on who took notice. A few mental calculations told him it would be.....
Five minutes thirty seconds before they’d show up. He’d seen the observers. He knew they’d call out and report in.
A memory came unbidden to his mind that made him laugh slightly.
“Witch! Witch! Burn the witch!” the crowd yelled while pushing in towards the group that they held at bay in their midst. The angry mob had their eyes on one figure that stood out in the cowering group. He stood out because he was calm and standing upright. He also was dressed strangely and had an amused look on his face. They rushed forward and seized him.
The mob was angered even more. They had him and he was still smiling! He was mocking them! They dragged him to the town square where an impromptu meeting was already in debate.There was already a stake with wood piled at the bottom of it.
“What have thee to say for thy self and thine soul, witch?” said a magistrative looking man who stood before a cowering and quivering man of the cloth.
“What is the proof? And who accuses me?” he had asked.
“You rubbed your chin whiskers and my cow died!” cried an hysterical woman.
“Hadn’t you noticed that the cow was sick and maltreated long before I walked among you and rubbed my chin?” he asked.
The looks on their faces told him that yes,indeed, they had known that the cow was sick. They just wanted to blame someone and burn them. And he was convenient.
“And you speak strangely!” shouted another person
“Is that the extent of your proof?” he asked drolly.
That was where fact ended and fiction began. Some poor farmer’s mouser had gotten himself cornered and caught. So they paraded the cat around stating that it was a familiar. They never noticed that the cat disappeared after they put it down. One by one came various people with dubious stories of pains and discomfort all caused by the “Evil Eye”.
“What hast thou to say for these crimes, witch?” cried the magistrate.
“If I really was a witch with evil powers, couldn’t I have escaped or say... turned you all into toads by now?” they hadn’t thought of that.
“What shall we do with the witch?” asked a tall thin man with beady eyes.
“Burn him! Burn him!” shouted most of the women.
“Well, I see that ten out of twelve women have voted me hottest man of the year.” Timekeeper had said.
They tied him to the stake and pronounced him a witch. They stated his sentence to be instant death by burning.
“I’ll be honored to die in the same way as some of your martyrs.” he smiled.
He got a torch thrust in to the pile in response to his goading. It blazed to an inferno in seconds.
He time slipped from the middle of the flames without a scratch. And the looks on the faces of the crowd as he rose above the flames was worth it.

He let out a laugh as he snapped back to his current present time. He worked on making a quiet teleport. One that wouldn’t be seen and reported. He ducked into a small alley and through a doorway. A quick scan with his datapad told him that there weren’t any hidden telecams around.
He worked quickly but thoroughly. No use doing another hasty teleport and dragging transient time detritus with him. He remembered the one time he’d seen such an event. An uptight business woman made a hasty time jump and brought a part of a city transport bus with her. That was the reason bureaucrats in the agency weren’t allowed to do time jumps. That one woman had made such a mess with that one jump that she’d created a bigger mess trying to fix it.
The portal opened, and he stepped in. It was always the same. A feeling of disorientation and sudden weightlessness followed by extreme acceleration.
And the wavy dizzy feeling caused by the distortion itself. He flew or slipped along a tunnel whose walls changed color and pulsed. He could see the opening ahead and braced himself for the portal’s threshold.

He touched down lightly this time. And the good part was that he was alone, for now. Hopefully the Agency would be understanding and had heard of his plight already.

He looked around, slowly scanning for signs of life. All he saw was grassland for as far as the eye could see. And a few bunnies.
The datapad told him that the nearest human settlement was miles away that-aways. He could afford to think about his previous jumps’ rough landing.

He always had a nasty habit of doing the very thing he was told not to do. And with forty seconds left on the bomb clock, telling him to leave it alone was the wrong thing to do. He had looked at the pilot and co-pilot of the airliner. He had looked back into the passenger cabin. He had seen a frightened mother with her too young son. He saw her eyes and made his decision.
“Have a nice day, Captain. I don’t suppose I’ll see you again after this one.” he didn’t explain it. They’d have to stay looking at him funny and wonder what happened. He grabbed the bomb and side-slipped out of the plane. Good. He smiled. Now he was falling through rarefied air, freezing and unable to breathe, but at least the bomb was outside and not in the plane anymore.... ticking in his hands. His brain waved at him to remind him of that fact. The counter was nearing the ten second mark.
A portal swirled open below him as the counter said zero. He fell in as the explosion ripped the portal to shreds. Now destabilized, the portal became wildly unpredictable. Things phased in and out of the distortion from normal time. Bits and pieces of the bomb were falling with him. And then he was burped out of the bucking and kicking nightmare of a jump earlier than he had hoped.

He checked his datapad again. He’d oscillated at the same frequency as the portal and ended up phase inverted on the other side. The bomb had seen to that.
His pad beeped at him. A portal had opened nearby. Cursing his luck, he dove into the grass and disturbed a few quail for his efforts, and watched.
“Just what were you thinking?” came an irate female voice demanding an answer. His partner. Emily had a way with words....
“I was thinking about those lives. Did you see that woman in First class?”
“The one with the baby?” a statement.
“Yes. Did you see her eyes?” he probed.
Emily looked away, “No.”
She had seen her eyes.
“That’s what I was thinking.” he said, standing up and stretching. Smoke still drifted off of him. Probably how she’d known he was there.
“Timekeeper, the Agency said that plane was supposed to go down. I know, they’ve been wrong before,” she put up a hand to stifle his snorts of protest, “But they have agreed to allow your field decision to stand.”
“That’s nice of them.”
“Just don’t do it again, they’ll demote you. Or worse.” she ended in a whisper. He knew she was right, but still.
“I couldn’t shake the thought that no matter what happened, I would live and they wouldn’t.” he paused,”That could have been a tac nuke and we’d have lived. Aliens could have eaten them all, and we still would have been safe.”
She nodded.
“One more, and they’ll declare you rogue.” said softly.
“They probably have already.” his duster moved in the breeze slightly, wisps of smoke drifting away.
“Yeah, well you look like a rogue right now.” she laughed at him.
Timekeeper shrugged. His hat bore the scars of worse experiences.
“When are you going to replace that hat?”
Timekeeper looked up through a hole in the brim. It still had charred bits around it from the traumatic event that caused it. He poked a finger through it and twisted it around.
“Nah, it’s still got some life left in it.” She burst into giggles at the way he said that.
“What’s so funny?”he asked, still wiggling his finger through the hole in his hat.
“Just that you’re so picky about your coat getting even slightly dirty, but your hat can look like the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders did a rally cheer on it, then took it to a wild party.”
“For all I know, they did.” he said while pulling his finger out of the hole.
“How did that hole get there anyway?”she asked.
He looked around with a dead pan look on his face.
“Plasma beam discharge.” he said to the sky.
“Oh.” she knew that meant a weapon. One she was lucky enough to not have run into... yet.
“What did you do to get shot at?” she was curious now... He looked skyward again and fidgeted.
“I, uh.. kinda mis-stepped my time jump a bit.” he said.
“And?”
“Doesn’t the sky look nice?” a feeble evasion.
“Timekeeper!” she said, her curiosity piqued by his evasiveness.. especially since he was normally so open with her.
“I ended up in some woman’s shower, face to face.” he blushed a bit behind his sunglasses. The wrap arounds hid his eyes effectively.
“Well?”
“I did an emergency jump when the shooting started and ended up right where I started in the first place. Back in the shower.. .right after I’d run out of the room.”
“And?” getting impatient with him pausing like that. Ruined a good telling and all..
“I did a second e-jump and brought the weaponfire with me.. accidentally. I singed my hat, my coat and blew out several fire hydrants in New York City’s lower east side. Right in front of the police. They chased me down an alley with their cruiser and lost their bumper to my third emergency jump.”
She doubled over at the mental image it all brought out.
“Share with me so I can make light of your suffering?” he asked, somewhat amused. Emily wiped away a tear, sniffed, composed herself.. and burst out laughing when she went to speak again.
“You, duster and all.. in the shower. Lost bumpers.... That’s good.” she choked out.
“I was very appreciative. I don’t think she was, much.”
“You’re incorrigible.” she was still laughing too much to slug him. They walked the length of the field, in no real planned direction at all.
“What did she look like?” she teased.
“About twenty-three, light blondish hair, greenish eyes. Thirty-eight D.”
She swatted him
“What?”
“You’re not supposed to notice such things.”
“She dyed her hair too.” that earned him another swat.
Oh, now you’re more than my partner, eh?” he teased back.
She flashed him one of those looks.
“Okay, okay. I’ll behave. I know I’m old enough to be, if not your father, then an older brother then.”

The portal opened smoothly for once, and they stepped through into the Agency’s main hall.

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