ickly said, “Hello, do I know you?”“Ahhhh! Who, what… what are you doing in my house, lady?” she asked.“First of all, I’m not a lady. My name is Mr. Jumpers, and if I knew what I was doing here, I would tell you. Just a few minutes ago, I was in my ship collecting gas,” I replied.The lady stared at me and screamed, “Ok then, Mister. You’re in my house now, and I’m calling the cops on you!”The cops? I had never heard of such of thing, but I thought that I was most likely in a place where I really shouldn’t be. It looked like I had traveled to some different place and time, but how? Oh yes, the EPS relays! I looked at myself and didn’t see any physical damage. Was I dead? I hit myself. No, I couldn’t be dead, it still hurt when I pounded my side. What was going on?“All right then, whatever your name is, the cops are on their way,” she stated abruptly. Then, much to my surprise, she pulled out a phaser looking devise.“How about if we make a deal? You don’t move, and I won’t shoot,” she suggested.It looked like I really was in a bad situation. My mind automatically started to contemplate on how I could get out of this. I could try reasoning with her, but on second thought, I might have to use my flash bang watch to blind her. Then I could grab her weapon and use it to run out of wherever I was. Well, I thought, I’ll try the more diplomatic approach first.“Excuse me,” I interrupted. Well, what should I say? Should I ask her what the year is, or better yet where I am. Should I explain my story? Will she laugh at me or think I’m trying to tell her a lie? Maybe she’ll fire her weapon. I continued on with the question, “Would you please tell me what today’s date is?”“Today, dummy, is July 29th, 1999,” and, she continued, “as far as I&...
