Nobody thought Cindy would devote her life to studying the nature of time solely to fill the hold in her heart, even as she immersed herself in the subject during the last year of her undergrad degree. Nobody believed she would succeed when the mechanics of temporal movement had eluded some of the greatest minds in physics.

That changed when he was plucked out of bed and plopped in the Pleistocene ice age, where he found himself, with nothing on but his pajamas, facing the tusked end of a wooly mammoth. He decided then that he sould let the Agency know before something carnivrous made a meal of him, or, worse, died from weather exposure.