You are at a New Years party. At midnight, a mysterious stranger kisses you. They whisper in your ear, “Let’s try this again” then disappear. You look at the date; it’s January 1st, 2017.
I don’t even know how it happened. I knew no one at this thing, I only came because of my cousin and her boyfriend. I had a lukewarm beer that I wasn’t drinking, no one to talk with. 2018 was about to begin and it was just going to be a repeat of the same events of last year and the year before. Crap job, no one to talk with, nothing much in my life.
The ball started dropping and I was spun around to face a figure with a half-mask on. My brain connected the idea to Sailor Moon’s boyfriend before it short-fried. No one had dressed up for this. Everyone was in jeans and warm shirts. I stripped off my white work shirt to leave the Henley below it. This person was in a nice suit with a half mask of silver that caught the dim lighting. Zir left hand went to my waist and the other held up mine as ze started swaying with the crowd.
“3! 2!” One was a kiss. My first kiss. It was actually quite pleasant. The other person apparently knew and had adjusted to make sure I was comfortable with this. As much as one could be kissing a complete stranger.
“Let’s try this again,” ze whispered.
I was confused before someone shouted, “Happy 2017!” What?! I turned to see that it was saying 2017 on the TV. The person that had been by me disappeared. My confusion turned into panic. 2017? Oh, god, it had been a horrible year. The deaths, the investigations, the hatred spewing out. The forced change to deli at work. I remembered more horrible news articles and comments than I wanted to think about.
I knew about it. Could I do something about it? My mind was already going through possibilities and plans. There were things I could do now to stop certain events, make others less harmful. Considering the Space-Time continuum, would it be better to let some things pass to provide for a better future?
I had to work tomorrow. No, today. But it was something I was going to go through. Every outcome, every thread, every scenario. I was thinking about rewriting fate for millions of people, if not the entire planet.
There were a series of things. One of them, the fourth or fifth item, was going to be the person that gave me my first kiss and sent me back a year. There has to be something that the person can tell me.