“Doctor,” I ask, “Where are my memories of the past five years? Or is it…when did I get sent to the future? And why did I wake up as girl?”

Looking pleased with himself, he inhales from his pipe before slapping the folder shut, “Miss Paige, I’m afraid you are correct. Something has gone wrong and—”

“—It’s your fault, right? And you’re going to fix all of it?”

“On the contrary, Miss Paige, this situation is actually your fault. And I’m afraid you are the only one who can fix it.”