[ WP ] All your life , random strangers have asked for photos with you , wanted to shake your hand . Today , one of them dropped a business card for `` Celebrity Time Travel Tours '' .

Stepping back Clare ’ s now non-existent confusion flared up slightly. Her entire life people had hugged her, taking pictures with her, or of her! Clare ’ s life had been incredibly confusing but at least something positive came of it! She stopped being surprised by random interactions. It even helped Clare with her fear of public presentations! 
 
 But today the confusion and curiosity flared up a bit. After yet another surprise hug by a stranger, a card fell out of their pocket. Quickly grabbing it, she turned around to hand it back but to her surprise the man had disappeared. As if poof, into thin air. 
 
 Slightly annoyed at the potential for littering, Clare walked away. “ O come on, ” she whispered under her breath as three people walked up to her, taking a selfie. Maybe I should get the police involved she thought. But then why would they believe me. 
 
 Walking up to the bin, she hovered the card above it, strong willed to keep the streets clean. As she released it she caught two words on the card. ‘ Time Travel ’. Her curiosity peaked again, a rare occurrence yet it happened twice today, she took the top of the bin of and picked the card out of the trash. 
 
 Great, now I look like a bum looking for food in the trash, she thought, feeling a tad worried about her public image. 
 
 Straightening the card she read it out loud. “ Celebrity Time Travel Tours. What.. ” 
 
 Checking the back, Clare found and quickly dialed the number. It rang only five times before being picked up, her favourite number, surely a good indication of luck being on her side. 
 
 “ Good morning. This is the public past line for CTTT. Ashley speaking. How can I help you? ” 
 
 “ Good morning, this is Clare Tupak. I would like to learn more about why the hell you people keep hugging me. And taking pictures. Why the hell are you always taking pictures of me?! ” 
 
 Listening closely, wiping a few drops of sweat from her forehead, Clare waited. The silence bearing answers, or more questions. “ Damned, ” she whispered as it started beeping. 
 
 For a couple of minutes Clare stood around, bored, pacing around the bin. I probably look like a crazy woman, she thought, slight anger at the situation unfolding in her mind. 
 
 “ Finally, ” she said. The other side had picked up the phone, a new person introducing himself as Carmen, the supervisor. 
 
 “ So what is going on, huh, ” Clare said. 
 
 “ Well miss. I really can not tell you much. You are the inventor. The one who made the world what it is today. But not your today if you catch my drift. But I can not tell you much more about the crater… Never mind that. If you destroy the card and continue on we will stop the people coming for you. Do you agree to these terms? ” 
 
 Needing only a split second to decide, Clare responded, “ Very well. No more hugs and pictures. I will tear up this card and burn it as soon I reach my lab. ” 
 
 “ Great, have a pleasant day miss Tupak, ” Carmen said before the line went silent. 
 
 Putting the top of the bin back on, Clare was lost in thought. So some sort of time travel. But it should not be possible. Yet it appears it is. And I did something big too. Maybe I invented time travel?! That would be amazing. Yet… What did she mean with the crater... 
 
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 Time travel all the way to r/maisieklaassen in a dazzling journey of wormholes and sitting in a weird chair time machine!; D
