You land up with George Lucas realizing you're from the future. Thankfully, I arrive in time to pull you out of there before he can torture you for information of what's to come. Unfortunately, this means wherever I'm heading next, we're both going that way... :oops: <*punches in "2012-11-16, 4:27 PM, GMT -8" on his time machine's console*> So we're going to stop back at home time to let you get your personal Time Machine Recall Device. You did lock the doors on your time machine before you took off last, right? :? <*drops you off, and punches in 2395-01-23*> ~D. V. "Time for me to check out what would be my 408th IRL Birthday..." Devnull (p.s.: I've forgotten how old my online virtual self is supposed to be, because he's gotten way too old...)