Somehow, you managed to go back in time, near 40s. You looked down at yourself, noting the fancy parasol being clutched by your gloved hand.

You looked around, trying to find out what year you’re in. As you walked, you noticed the people are eating chocolate… Maybe there was a chocolate shop near? Suddenly, a man puts his arm around you.

“Dear! I’ve been looking for you! Been selling some… A lot of Wonka Chocolate around… Heh. How have you been, my wife?”

You don’t know this man at all.