She stepped into the burning fireball of the nuclear explosion and emerged on the other side, unscathed of its destruction, afraid and all alone.

Journal Entry – August 6, 1945

I’m here again; older now. I’ll be eighty years old tomorrow and yet it seems like only yesterday when I arrived on this island. It was 1930 when I boarded the boat from mainland Japan.

I was thirty-five; that was forty-five years ago. My experiment has allowed me to live nearly a half-century, repeating the same fifteen years of my life, three times.

With success there is failure: I’ve traveled back through time, escaping the destruction, but have failed to live life in your tomorrow.

When I was a girl, my father, a very stern man, gave me a precious piece of advice. After my many failures in life, despite the disappointments I’ve had, I will never forget what he said.

I will fall asleep knowing, I have done what he had hoped I would do, I endured. It’s now or never, those words, the echo of my life.

- Dr. A. H. Schröder