For Christine, one moment she had been pulling gloves off and cleaning up after a successful surgery. The next? She was standing in front of a building being escorted, albeit nicely, by government officials.
She hadn't argued too much when they explained the predicament, that it was 2023. Just enough that at least one of them had to assure her everything was alright. "Dr. Palmer, I know this is difficult..." That was the point Christine had taken her items and gone to her assigned apartment. Knew it was difficult? It was life-changing! Being uprooted and dropped seven years into the future?
Christine was still wrapping her head around everything to the point she hadn't heard the apartment door open and close. Nestled into the room she had picked, on the brink of a possible nap, the voice broke that.
The voice that Christine had heard not too long before ending up in San Francisco. Her face scrunched up and Christine sat up. Hesitating briefly, she made her way to the doorway of the bedroom. Leaning out a bit, Christine took in a sharp breath. She wore the deer in headlights look far too well sometimes.