You had time travelled. You had taken the briefcase and fucking time travelled. The symptoms where strong, you’re jet lagged and you’re shaken up.

You stared down at your hands, new scars littered your hands and specks of blood scattered your skin. It wasn’t yours.

Five walked into your room, almost asking you a question before noticing your horrified state and immediately noticing the signs.

“You’ve timed travelled.”

He said, almost in disbelief, a small smile cracking his lips.