"What the hell do you mean, 1000 years ago? We sealed the Void away 15 years ago, in 7820!" said the human, visibly confused.
"It's 8820," Nolan pointed to the calendar, as the five men collectively exclaimed, "WHAT?!"
Nolan seemed visibly irritated by the men. "I do not believe you traveled to this era from 7820, nor do I find this amusing, for you have disrupted my wedding. Get out!"
The Sandeth called Dalthrek stepped forward. "Hey buddy, don't talk to us like that, or you're getting a pummeling, got that, muscle head?"
Nolan snapped and choked the Sandeth. "Get. Out. Of. My. Wedding." Nolan said as he looked into the Sandeth's eyes with fury.
"Nolan, stop!" Harper called out, not wanting any violence.
Nolan realized what he was doing as he dropped the Sandeth and looked at him, gasping for air. "I… I apologize for my outburst. But my statement stands. You must leave this place. I have no time for these theatrics."
Nolan stood firmly in front of Harper, skeptical about these men harming her.
"Look man, we are just as confused as you are. This is a ton of shit neither of us asked for, but we have to figure it out," the Sandeth said.
The other four men watched him with concern, as one of them, the young Thelek, rushed to his side. "Derkus ass! Are you alright?" the boy asked.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," the Sandeth replied, grunting with pain as he stood up. "I've read about these in books… you see, I am… or was… a universal physicist, and I know what might be happening," Nolan stated, everyone in the room raising an eyebrow, waiting for him to speak.
"What has happened… could be a time rift."