[ WP ] After leaving the bar , you 've realized your wallet has been stolen . You immediately check your bank account to make sure no money has been taken , but then realize someone has started depositing money .

Blink. I sat on my swivel chair, my hazy drunken eyes blinking sporadically. What am I looking at? The numbers kept going up. In the last hour, my account was on the receiving end of three transactions, each over $ 10,000. I clicked refresh again, waiting for something to make sense, like a notification of glitches in the system. 
 
 `` What the fuck?'' I was nearly jolted out of my seat. Sarah was standing over my shoulder. 
 
 `` How long have you been here? Jesus,'' I said. The wife looked at me with eyes so wide they meant either I'd be sleeping on the couch or we were having oral sex. `` Where did you get this money?'' 
 
 `` I did n't.'' There was a sudden noise from the computer. That must be the warning. I clicked on it, and found that another $ 12,500 has been deposited in my account. 
 
 `` Tim, that could put Millie through college!'' 
 
 `` Sarah, I'm not going to touch this money. It's not mine.'' She gave me a dirty look. The couch, it was. `` Well who is it from?'' she asked. 
 
 `` No names attached. Hold on... There's a note attached to the new transaction.... God, I'm not sobered enough for this.'' 
 
 Sarah pushed me aside, read the note, then took a step back, her mouth agape. `` Well, what does it say?'' I asked. 
 
 `` It says, *Run before Sarah kills you*.'' 
 
 I waited for a while for Sarah to disappear and for me to wake up in a puddle of sweat and vomit. It did n't happen, which meant this was real. I turned around and looked at the screen, and sure, there was the note saying my wife would kill me. 
 
 `` What does it mean, Tim? Why would it say that I'd kill you?'' 
 
 I waved my palm at her general direction as a `` shut up''. Another transaction had appeared. This one had a longer note. 
 
 *Tim, usr $ $, bookticket 2 Europe. ASAP. wallet's w/ Allan @ bar. ur life dependso it. * 
 
 `` Tim, what the fuck does any of this mean?'' 
 
 I ignored Sarah, and strained myself to decipher the note in my drunken state. I hated bad grammar and spelling. 
 
 `` Tim?'' 
 
 I closed the laptop and closed my eyes. After a second of self reassurance, I swung the laptop around and hit my wife in the head. I always knew this bitch wanted me dead, and this was all the confirmation I needed. 
 
 Blink. What am I doing at the bar? Ah right, I just got my wallet back from Allan. Got ta book the flight now. As I opened the laptop, a thought came to me. I needed to warn myself about the psycho bitch. So I headed back home, where Sarah was still unconscious in a pool of blood. I took my time headed down the basement. 
 
 I wiped the dust from the orange box. I would have been drunk, but that does n't matter. I was always the most brilliant when I was drunk. 
 
 Drunk me invented time travel, after all.
