You traveled back in time to ancient times with your best ability. Without a golden finger, you could achieve that step, and then an uncontrollable flash occurred in your mind - not a picture, but something more broken and sensual - incandescent lamp, gray carpet, coffee cup overturned on the conference table, dark brown liquid dripping down the edge of the table. Someone was discussing brand positioning in the conference room next door, and the sound came through the wall, muffled, like talking in water. Then there was a tightness in my chest. Then there was nothing.
