"And they come in tacky gold too"

Perhaps it was madness, or desperstion. Probably an unhealthy blend of both. But where else did she have to be anyway, at home, all alone, pretending her eyes didn't rove the sports section multiple times a day for the letters of her ex husband's name?

A trip into the time stream suddenly became a welcome notion, along with the knowledge that even if she were to disappear forever, who would notice.

What the hell, if the man spoke true, she and Mr. Linstrum would be friends in the future. And it was rude to walk out on friends in sticky situations. Nodding once, she silently reached for his hand, waiting for the world around her to spin once more.