Henry fell to the ground. Where.. or when, was he now? He looked around, recognizing this as the field of his Wife’s childhood home. He looks around, hoping to find some clothes.

“Who’re you?!” A six year old girl shouts at him. Henry looks at her. She is his future wife, except.. he time traveled to before she ever met him.

“Hey.. could you run back into your house and grab some of your dad’s clothes that.. I could borrow?” Henry said awkwardly. He was thirty, and his future wife was six.