It was 1954. You were dating Oliver, a handsome and popular guy at your school. The two of you have always been compatible, there never seemed to be a boring moment together.

It was gym class. You and Oliver were flirting behind the bleachers, his arms wrapped around your waist.

Suddenly, a girl comes up to you. She said her name was Lily. She seemed to be about the same age as you two. She claimed to be your daughter from the future.

Obviously, your first thought was that she was crazy. Oliver seemed to be confused too.

“Who are you?” He asks.