"I was riding on a bus," I informed her. I was pretty sure that absolved me of any blame, although if what she said was true I don't know what older me was doing so who knew. Maybe this was all my fault.

As we climbed the stairs I politely kept my eyes on the steps and not on the view in front of me, no matter how tempting it was to look. If this girl could pull me through time and space I really didn't want to piss her off.

"Is there a fireplace? I can start a fire. I mean, you're obviously cold. Or, uh, you look cold. Rubbing your arms."