[She presses her lips together, trying to figure out what she's supposed to say to any of it. So she got thrown into the future; that's easy enough to believe, if they have wormholes and spaceships to worry about around here. Maybe it was wormhole that did it, if that's how wormholes even work. But I don't think that ever happened...what's she even supposed to say? Well, it did. I was there.]

If it didn't, somebody should go home and tell everybody it was all a big mistake. [Her answer's deceptively calm, about as conversational as she can manage, but there's a slender thread of bitterness running through her voice.] Because the dead are trying to kill all of us.