All I could think was, Well that is YEARS of research I may as well have just flushed down the toilet. I had spent the better part of my adult life with my head down, and my nose to the grindstone, coming up with a working theory of time travel, and it had already been invented over a hundred years before I was even born? Great. Just great. I was so mad at Martin. I walked straight over to where he was standing beside the window, raised my hand up, and then as forcefully as I could, brought it back down, slapping him across the face as hard as I could. “Oww!” he cried out, putting his own hand up to the place where he’d been struck. Fanny backed away from us, horrified. “Jesus Christ Anna!” Martin yelled out. “What the hell was that for?” “What the hell do you think it was for?” “I don’t know! You’ve lost the plot?” I walked back over to the bar fridge on the other side of the hotel room. I yanked the door open to see what was inside. Cans of Jack and Coke.
