“What time is it?”
Elyssia glanced at the figures floating in her augmented reality field.
“2021,” she said. From Jaquiro’s expression he too had a momentary feeling she meant eight twenty in the evening.
“So we have made it back to the year everything changed?”
Elyssia nodded, thinking that the same could be said for any year in history as change was continual. But Jaquiro was not the man to hear that.
“Yes,” she said. “The year your great-grandmother was born.”
“But she won’t be if we don’t act. Shall we?”
Elyssia nodded. “Well, there’s no time like the present.”