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Somebody directed me here. She said this is where I would find answers. While I don't know if I believe her, I have nothing to lose by typing this and by at least trying before moving on to other means.
I know that this sounds complexly bloody insane and that it doesn't make any sense, but I was in England thirty minutes ago and the year was 1980. I was just going into the kitchen and when I walked through the door I was in an alley and the year was 2012.
I need to go home. My baby is by himself. He's only ten months old and he's into everything and please