To you, it’s 1939, and this strange man seems to know you. “So, if I don’t turn this ship around…?” You asked the stranger who was holding your wrist. Something about his face made you think you’d seen him before. “In all likelihood I won’t exist. Neither will you.” You let out an exasperated sigh at this insane man. Insane… attractive man. He puts his hand on the back of your neck. “So, in case we never meet again.” He murmurs, pulling you in and kissing you passionately.