The universe can be a strange thing. Its why we often have so many questions. Is our fate determined? Do we have the ability to choose our own path? Does God exist? Why are we here? What makes us different from other animals? Are we really the same as animals in the end? Is there life on other planets?
But where I ended up? That was a fate of a new kind that I could not even begin to comprehend. And it definitely felt like fate – which is odd, because I never put much stock in fate before the incident with the violin. Here I am, in 1886 of all years. Just in time for my favorite cup of tea really. But also just in time to brace for a horror that I’d thought never to see – “Jack the Ripper” as the newspapers will call him. It seems like too much to hope that I might get out of here before that happens. I don’t even know how I ended up here in the first place.
So I’ll do something I’ve never done before. I’ll hope and pray. Maybe even go to church.
And thank God that at the very least He delivered me to 1886 in a corset.