She stole your time machine and is living it up in the 2020s. And you're stuck here with us.
Where is my dog's eye and dead horse?
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It is easy to go down into Hell;
Night and day, the gates of dark Death stand wide;
But to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air –
There's the rub, the task.
– Virgil, The Aeneid (Book VI)