It’s uncanny. Terrifying. But I have to be surer than 99%.

So I send a private message to the account. “Are your initials BD? Because I’m sure I know you.”

And in a few minutes, I get the reply. “Yes. My name is Benjamin Davidson. And you are..?”

I think what to put. I decide to lie. Put one of my friends. Because he’ll know them.

“I’m your friend Tim.”

“Oh! Hi, Tim. How are you?”

“Good, thanks.”

“You’re not really Tim, are you?”

“What? How do you know? Oh… he’d never talk to me like that.”

No! No no no! But it’s too late. I’ve already sent it.

“You? Who are you really?”

“I’m… I’m you.”

“No you’re not.”

“Yes we are.”

“I know who you really are.”

Well I don’t. Do enlighten… me.

“You’re Thomas. Remember? Actually, you won’t.”


“You were in a crash. Your brain was damaged. I was there.”

You’d think it would trigger a load of memories. But it didn’t.

“Okay, I’m going to go now, okay..?”

I close the lid of the laptop.


I never knew what really happened there. As far as I was concerned, I had never been in an accident.

But now I know.

I sit in front of the website. Freshly invented.

“TimeTravelWeb – send messages to yourself back in time!”


Oddly enough, I’m the only person ever to get to use it. The servers must have blown up or something. Oh well. They’re working on sending back actual people and things now.