Your time line was 1714, you were an ordinary London girl who runs a bakery, there was nothing really extravagant about the life you had.

It was late at night and per usual when the shop was closed, you started making more pastries. As you were making it you were startled by the sight of a portal. And a man that had a name tag that said Owen wearing unusual attire came out of it.

“Um is it year 1714?” Owen said, looking directly at you.