“You might think I’m crazy,” the woman started to talk again, a new drink in her hand.
“But really, I caused that thing.”

She was probably already drunk.
I wonder what happened to this lady. Her eyes were red and swollen; her long brunette hair was frazzled.It seemed like she hasn’t slept for days.
Ah well, I shrugged. Probably just a hectic schedule.

“Wanna know how I did it?” she blurted out, realizing I wasn’t going to keep that conversation going.

It was three o’clock in the morning. Not that late, but business wasn’t going that well tonight, so she was the only one left in the bar. I had nothing else to do but clean up, so I nodded.

“You know how the scientists up in those prestigious academies and institutions all go about saying that time travel is impossible, that there are too many ‘buts’ in the situation, that we don’t have the energy, nor the resources to, even if it wasn’t?

“Well, they’re wrong. And we proved it. Because we made a time machine.”

Ok…

She’s definitely drunk.