A quick stop

Do you have time? You might not.

The time pod popped into existence at the corner of Robertson and Beverly. A woman stepped out, startling the pedestrians. A car slammed into the back of another at the stoplight.

She was pretty. Her eyes were a glowing blue—no pupils. Her hair was blond until she turned her head. Then it was black. Blond again when she turned back.

“Let me guess,” she sa…