Chapter 87: Delusions Of Grandeur?

Izzy bit her lip. "Roz…you know time travel isn't possible, right?"

"Not yet because the time machine wasn't invented until 2038 under a very specific set of circumstances. Hopefully, it won't be ever again. I don't want anyone else to experience what I went through. But it's the truth whether you believe me or not. Anyway, I'm tired. I think I'm going to wash this off and go home," Rosalind sighed. 

She still had sticky homemade facial on her. It had ended up on her arm as well because of her earlier dramatics covering her face. 

She grabbed a washcloth and headed to the sink to gently wipe it off her face, leaving her worried mother to watch her as she deliberated whether or not to say anything else. As soon as that was done, she hastily said her goodbyes, grabbed her purse, and left.