40 parts Complete Mature' "Tony is being weird and-and naked." I tell him, trying to ignore what he's saying and focusing on my problem instead. Vivian laughs. And laughs, and laughs. After he's finally done, "Is he now?" he asks. The bastard is still sniggering. "Yes! He is! What do I do Vivian? Stop laughing! This isn't funny!" I say trying to sound as intimidating as I can. "Okay! Okay! Go be naked with him then!" he says. What?! "He's your husband, Fiona. Oh God!" he laughs again.
Barely anything registers into my confounded brain. I open the calendar on my phone.
The date is 25th October, 2027. Yesterday was, 24th October, 2023. Four years. One night. I don't understand how much time I have crossed without realizing. Future. I'm in the fucking future. Four years into a future where Tony is apparently my husband and we are out for honeymoon in... I don't know where yet.'
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