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…
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