Time Slip PART 2

RECAP: Our character, Gibson, finds himself in a slaughterhouse in the early 20th century, while fiddling with a time machine he found in his great uncle's garage.  Things luck bad now, but his luck is about to change...

I stand in the middle of this room trying to figure what I'm supposed to do. What tine period is this? How will I get out? Will I ever give out? I don't even have a clue as to what I'm supposed to be doing in this factory.  I begin to look around for someone who might be important, someone who can help me.  But how will I be able to explain myself? "Excuse me I was sent here through a time machine. Do you think you can help me?"  That won't work at all.
"Hey! Stop standing around and help us out!" someone yelled at me with a thick Lithuanian accent.  I turned around and saw a huge man with dirt, sweat, and blood from the dead animals all over his face.
"I would help, but the problem is that I don't belong here.  I'm not supposed to be here." I said.
"No vun vants to be here.  Vhen I came to America, I vanted to be famous cellist, but I had no money.  I thought as soon as I got here, money vould be pouring in.  I vas wrong. I had to sell my cello to buy a little house, and now I work here," he yelled back at me.
"I understand that," I replied. "And that was a very great story and all, but what I'm trying to tell you is that I don't belong in this factory with you guys.  I should be somewhere else. Now if you just let me expla-"
"Are you mocking me?!" He yelled. He lunged toward me incredibly fast and soon he had me against the wall by my neck.  All of a sudden a skinny man with glasses and a suit on came in the room.
"What's going on in here?" he asked.
"Oh nothing Mr. Marsh," the giant man said while putting me down and quickly returning to work.  As everyone continued to work the skinny man approached me, while looking me up and down.  He looked at me like he knew me from somewhere.
"Where are you from again?" he asked me skeptically.
"You see I'm from here in Chicago, but I just don't belong HERE right now. I'm supposed to be from somewhere else.  Um, another time. Do you understand?" I explained. His became wide with fear.
"Oh my! You're the VP of the company! Mr. Stoch.  We weren't expecting you. A-A-Are you here for inspection...?" he said quickly.  Now I had no clue what to do.  All I want to do is get out of this disgusting slaughterhouse.  I guess I'll play along.
"Yes, um, I AM!" I said, "And I am very very upset with this establishment! I've worked hard to get this factory where it is today, but now I see that you've run down into the ground! I am unhappy VERY unhappy!"
"I am so so sorry sir let me show you to my office and I'll explain everything. I have a good explanation for everything. Please, come with me, sir," he said frantically.  He led me out of the room, and we walked to his office. I really don't know how I'm going to get out of this.  Hopefully this weird looking man can help me out....

ABC story

A young girl.

Beautiful, smart, creative.

Child abuse.

Does anyone care?

Evaded.
Forgotten.
"Get away from me!"
Her mom screams at her.
Ignores her.
Just wanting attention.
Keeping her emotions inside.
Love
Make believe.
Nonexistent in her life.
Or maybe there's hope.
(Probably not.)
Questioning
Running away
She makes attempts.
Threatening her mom about it.
Unlimited possibilities.
Visualizing a life without pain.
"Where the hell would you go? Nobody else will put up with you."
X-rays may reveal broken bones, but wont be able to show the hurt she feels inside.
Young girl wondering when she'll be able to escape the
Zoo she calls home.