Confusion
"Here, look at my i.d.!" she insists.
You glance over the card. Suddenly, it catches your eye. "Birthdate:7/28/17. man, lady, you sure went through a lot of trouble for a forgery this bad. I mean, how could you have been born in 1917 when you don't look a day over . . . . 45."
She gasps. "how dare you?! I'm 31, i'll have you know! Now, I coughed up some proof, your turn wiseguy!"
You produce your own i.d. card.
"Now this's what i'd call a forgery. What're all these markings on it? And what's this colorful dot?"
"Those are called water marks, lady, they deter forgery. And that's a hologram print, exclusive to the technologically inclined 20th century."
"I've never seen such a thing."
"That's because you haven't seen the light of day in over 4 decades."
"But . . . how can this be?! I haven't aged a day . . . and I don't remember being here for more than four days."
"I don't know."
"Then . . . he's won." she says solemnly. "The Owner, he's won. It's far too late for me, or anyone, to stop him now."
"What're you talking about?"
"It's all here." she sobs. "Read here." She hands him her report. "He's already amassed his army, and a storehouse of nuclear weapons, as well as the technological know-how to utilize it all to full efficiency. And he's been experimenting on human subjects. He's created a Legion of mindless drones that follow his every beck and call, creatures that I can only describe as inhuman. And, God help us all, it's too late for any of us to do anything about it. He must've known I was here all along . . . . . . but how?" She turns to you suddenly. "You!!" she shouts. "You told him!! You must be one of his spies!" She draws a gun from her coat pocket, and aims it at you.