Guess what. We're going to war. Yay. World War Two, to be precise. Seriously, YAY. Don't get me started on all the awesome possibilities. As if time travel wasn't cool enough, it's a time travel to 1944!
But - let's go back to the beginning. Remember this weird time shit we had to deal with not so long ago? We had loads of theories on how it might have happened, whereas the matter is way more simple. Jenny, the victim - or the extremely clever girl, as I prefer to think of her - did some brilliant research on her stepfather's company and found out that there was something quite wrong in the very beginning: like, a military plane that took off from Glasgow in 1944 and landed some time earlier, probably due to a time distortion that somehow got transferred to the pilot's personal belongings (such as his watch, dog tags and the plane itself). And that's what Jenny investigated - she managed to collect his stuff and, boom, it worked. She found herself in 1944. She got stuck. But, as I've mentioned, she's damn clever and left some notes - a scribbled word HELP on the plane and a whole letter hidden in an old typing machine. The letter claimed she's not dead, but I'm not sure whether we should be so optimistic about it. We'll see. Hopefully.
Because it's kind of stated - we are going to have been there (oh, imagine all the fun we're going to have with tenses!). Eric found our fingerprints on the plane before we even thought about, well, going back in time. It's been kind of creepy, facing something inevitable. Everything from this moment on was, more or less, approaching the point in which we were going back in time. And who knows how many timelines have been overwritten in the (pardon weak pun) meantime? How many times have we died in the past, turned back, decided to ignore the death of one girl? And what did Jenny do?
(As you see, I sometimes express a critical attitude. But someone has to take care of our morale! Brooding doesn't help much! Unless you want to get stomach ulcers.)
Also, Jenny's stepdad got engaged in the whole story. It seems he knew about her research, but never believed it's gonna work. The only advantage is that guilt-tripped people are eager to help in order to relieve guilt. Or he's such a damn good actor that even the whole Glaswegian TW couldn't get past his lies. But even in this worst case scenario, I've got enough data to trace his little court's personal details and descendance back to the Norman Invasion.
Apparently, there are so many worst case scenarios that it could make my brain explode. But there's nothing I want to do about it - I mean, fuck determinism, even if it was my spontaneous idea, I'd still want to go there. Bring it on!
