A woman woke up on the street. She had no memory of anything before waking up. Not her name, age, family.
Lost amongst the old dusty streets, she stumbled into an old dusty office.
There was a man working there, clever lines creasing his forehead and matted hair, no longer washed, no longer cared for.
"Can I help you?" The man asked.
"I'm not sure," the woman replied, "I have no idea who I am, or what happened. I just woke up here."
The man chuckled, "maybe I have the solution!"
He pointed to a rusty machine, glowing wires and buttons and whatnot carefully attached to the side. "That," he said, "is a time travel machine."
The woman pondered, "will it help me figure out where I am?"
"Maybe it will help you remember. I haven't considered all the statistics, but it's very possible. Are you willing to be my test subject?"
She paused, "you've not tested it before?"
"No. That's why I'm asking you to test it."
The woman nodded, that seemed like good reasoning.
"If the machine works, which it will, come back here in the past and let me know."
The woman nodded again, and hopped into the strange machine.
There was a flash of light...
And a woman woke up on the street. She had no memory of anything before waking up. Not her name, age, family.
Lost amongst the old dusty streets, she stumbled into an old dusty office...
"Can I help you?"
