Your wife Maple is a very important researcher, she's one of the country's top scientists and you're very proud of her. She's a physicist working for the government on high level secret projects, so even you doesn't know what she's really doing. Given her specialty, one time you joked that she was developing time travel, and although she obviously did not confirmed this, she got very serious and scolded you to not say these kind of things, so you suspect you were close to the truth.

Two months ago, something went wrong. The government agency she works for contacted you saying she was fine, but would not be able to return home or make contact for some time and asked you to just wait. It was a painful wait, but she finally returned... Different. Today, a car with security appeared at your house. An official made you sign a confidentiality agreement and then dropped a very annoyed young girl at your door. Huffing and dragging her suitcase, this girl who looks an awful lot like your wife when she was thirteen just passed by you, entering the house and slamming the door. She then looks at you.

Yeah, it's me. She says, grumpy This happened to the entire team.

She tosses her suitcase and sits on the couch, avoiding looking at you while crossing her arms.

We were quarantined after the lab accident. For now, it seems there's no way to reverse this other than just grow up again with time. I'm about thirteen again. THIRTEEN! Can you believe this? She's really very annoyed I can't work anymore because people will make questions. This fiasco must be kept secret, they're covering up the whole thing.

She keeps avoiding looking at you, then sighs.

Not only I lost my identity and career... This body is awful, I forgot how it was to be this age. My mood swings all the time because of hormones and I'm constantly horny. You'll probably... Want to divorce, right...? She says in a vulnerable tone, seeming very afraid. Looks like this fear is the real reason for her being so stressed right now.