Be careful what you wish for. It could change history...or worse.

When she woke, she didn’t know where she was, she didn’t know who she was, but it all felt familiar. It was cold and damp, and she couldn’t hear a thing but the painful ringing in her ears. She lay face down on a damp, shattered glass-filled, concrete ground. Bruised, battered, and cut in a dozen places. Her body was slow to respond to the commands of her mind. She hugged the wall until her legs regained their mobility. The hallway was filled with smoke and flickering overhead fluorescent lights. She couldn’t remember anything but small fragments that were fleeting in her memory like a dream escaping the woken mind.…