People who say they were born in the wrong time always annoyed me. Until I fell through a time warp and found the girl of my dreams in the distant past of the early ‘90s! It was supposed to be a fun night out with friends at a skating rink. Only I hadn’t skated in years and sort of hit my head. Hard. I don’t know if that’s what did it. I sure as hell didn’t hit 88 miles per hour on those skates. George Carlin didn’t invite me to check out his phone booth. I didn’t walk into a police box that’s bigger on the inside. But I still wound up in the early ‘90s, that weird in between time when the ’80s were refusing to die off, which wasn’t the greatest for a modern girl. We’re talking the neon colors everywhere, poofy hairsprayed hairdos on the women and the men, Vanilla Ice and MC Hammer being played unironically, early 1990s. I love retro, but time travel? That was a bit much. Until I met Jenny. Beautiful Jenny. My perfectly awesome retro girl. Who totally lives in a time before I was born! A time when people weren’t as cool with the whole LGBT thing as they are these days. My life was complicated enough before I found myself in the middle of a time traveler’s girlfriend situation! And that time might be running out. The question is, am I running on Terminator rules where time a closed loop, everything’s already happened, and I don’t have a choice about the future? Or is there still a chance I might find a loophole that lets me Terminator 2 this thing and make my own fate? Yeah, and you thought you had love trouble!