A depressed, pregnant scientist is the first to try her own machine that takes her backward
and forward into her own body on a myriad of Christmas Days.
If I stopped now, I was thinking, the rest of my life would be a tragedy, I would be
forever anticipating what was written, or trying
. . .
hopelessly, yes, there was nothing in the research then that said I had any
hope
. . . to change it. I would be living without hope. I could
do that. But the important thing was what that burden would do to Alice
. .
. If I was going to be allowed to keep Alice, after what I’d seen.