Gemotions

“Well, this is… interesting,” I said, my voice dripping with what I hoped sounded like detached amusement. The other members of the archaeological dig team were buzzing around the excavated time capsule like excited bees, but I was in a different world. My world.

I sifted through the items: a chipped coffee mug, a dog-eared copy of a history book, and a collection of rocks. The others were taking detailed notes. I pulled out a small, metallic object from the time capsule and smiled. It was a metal comb.

“Oh, that’s so you, Professor.” Someone noted from behind me. I nodded and ran a hand through my perfectly styled hair. Yes.