It feels like everything's happened to me. And I haven't had time to stop, to sit down and make sense of any of it. Until now. Where I'm at, it's cold. The floors are bare; the dull gray of groundstone. It's night; I know that. The breeze through the holes in the walls is icy, and my clothes are too thin to be any help.

If I'm not crazy, then I've done it.

If I'm not crazy, then I've bent the rules of the universe just enough...to snap me to some other time. I've time traveled.

Wait, though. I need to tell you how it happened.

Just wait.