He was going to die.
It was all happening very suddenly, but there was this infinitesimally short instant of calm, where he got the chance to reflect on the past, and watch a rerun of his entire life.
He didn’t expect it to fit within a fifty word story, though.
A watched pot never boils.
An eagerly awaited time machine never arrives.
He’d sent his off exactly two hours into the future.
Six hours later, waiting for it to return, doubt creeped into his mind.
Did he send the time machine forward in time, or did he send it backward?