[ WP ] When you are 11 , your grandmother with dementia looks at you and tells you she has faked her disorder , then begins to tell you of her younger days as a time traveler .

I sat down next to my grandmother in the living room. It was Friday night and I had been charged with watching her while my parents went out to dinner. 
 The old woman sat there, eyes blankly fixed on the TV. 
 I looked at her and decided that she would be fine to leave alone for a few minutes while I went and fixed myself a sandwich. 
 She usually had a hard time even getting up without anyone helping her, so what harm could she do now? 
 After making my PB & J, I walked back into the living room to grab my Gameboy so I could play and eat at the same time like a normal kid. 
 When I walked into the room, I saw my grandmother standing upright and looking at a strange box in her hand. 
 
 `` Grandma?'' I asked with uncertainty in my voice. 
 
 She looked at me and knew that it was too late for her to try to hide anything. 
 
 `` Yes?'' she responded. 
 `` What- what was that in your hand?'' 
 
 She looked down at the device and sighed a deep sigh. 
 
 `` It's called an iPhone,'' she said. 
 
 I was dumbfounded. A box that has a screen? That was at least enough like my Gameboy. But a phone without wires that can access the internet? Preposterous. 
 
 After listening to me express my considerable disbelief, my grandmother sat me down and told me that she was a time traveler. She said that she had been to times in both the future and past. 
 
 `` But, why are you here now?'' I inquired. 
 
 `` My time machine broke about fifty years ago. I became stuck in this time. I had no options other than to accept my fate and settle down.'' 
 
 When I asked her why she did n't tell anyone else about this, she replied that nobody believed her. She claimed that she had to fake dementia at an early age so she would n't be committed to a nuthouse. 
 
 `` What do we do now?'' 
 `` Well,'' she said to me. `` I recently found a simple fix for my machine. I've been waiting for an opportune time to leave and go back to my own time. I suppose now is that time.'' 
 
 She brought her iPhone back out and pressed an oddly colored square on it. 
 As soon as she had, a blue swirl came out of the phone and began to encircle her. 
 My grandmother looked at me as she disappeared and said... 
 
 `` Until we meet again, Dad.''
