Methodically.

Jane/Connie sat up in bed, covering her chest with the blanket. She asked for a pen and paper, and Mark quickly retrieved them after putting on his clothes.

"Ok, let's walk through every person you've encountered. You said the first time it was a Mongolian man?"

He shrugged. "I'm not even sure if it was a man or woman based on the name. They were from like the thirteenth century B.C. and they were pretty freaked out."

She laughed. "I can only imagine! And the second one was a medieval German?"

"Uh, yeah, I think. It said they were Moravian, some name like Frank." He felt slightly awkward going over all of this after giving Jane her first and only orgasm, but if she didn't seem uncomfortable at all. If anything, she was enthusiastic.

"That's actually in modern-day Czechoslovakia, but it doesn't really matter. Were you able to communicate at all with them?"

"I said their name. They seemed to recognize that. Then when she, uh, felt her breasts and started freaking out. Like, clawing at her face and yelling this long Italian-sounding word over and over."

Jane was furiously scribbling on the paper. In her distraction the blanket had slipped and one of her breasts was out. Mark watched it jiggle slightly and felt strangely lightheaded. This was the first truly calm moment since he first used the remote and the surrealness of the situation was sinking in. His girlfriend was possessed by some grad student from the seventies and she was sitting in his bed with her tit out taking notes.

"...English guy?" she was asking. He looked up and she laughed and covered herself back up. "Dude, it's your girlfriend's boob. You've seen it before and you'll see it again. Now, you said the next was some English shopkeeper?"

He cleared his throat with some embarrassment. "Yeah, James Tyburn. He sold wool or something in London."

"What time period?"

"1700's, I think. Late 1700's."

"Great!" she said with a smile. "Let's look him up! The library may have some English history books - hopefully if he was a prominent merchant, there will be some reference to him."

She dropped the blanket and began searching the sheets for her panties. Mark cleared his throat. "There's actually an easier way than that now. We have the internet."

She paused. "Internet? Is that some kind of like, library delivery service? Or phone number you can call for information?"

Mark realized that he didn't have any idea how to explain the internet to the nude woman from 1974 staring at him. He gave it his best effort. "So, uh, you know computers? Well, they're really small now. Like really small, and they're all connected. Or can be connected to a big network we call the internet."

Her eyes widened. "You mean you have access to a computer? Is there one in your apartment?"

He laughed. "There's literally one in my pocket. Hang on, let me get it."

"In your pocket... so we can use this internet to ask other people to help us research? Like we can connect to any computer in the world and send them messages? How does it work? Is it like phone numbers?" She sat down and leaned back against the headboard, panties forgotten as she tried to comprehend 2020's technology. "Do you have the computer address for an expert? Could you message a history professor or something?"

He had fished his phone out of his pocket and showed it to her. She asked if it was the remote for his computer and thought he was joking when he said it was the computer.

"So you're saying that little thing there has a processor, a hard drive, and a keyboard port?"

He sighed and opened a browser. "There's no keyboard port, it's all touchscreen. And the internet is full of web sites, where people can put up pages full of information. There are millions of pages, everything from personal blogs - sorry, online journals - to official government sites. And you can quickly search the whole thing. Let's see what 'James Tyburn' gets us."

For the first time since her arrival, Jane seemed too shocked to speak. She watched with awe as he typed the name into google and results immediately came back. "Ah, here we go. The English Historical Review has a list of London wool merchants and he's listed. So it looks like he's a real guy."

It took Jane a second to respond. She was still staring at the phone. "I... I can't believe you just did that. I could have written my whole thesis in an afternoon with this! This is incredible! Do you have any idea how miraculous this little device is?" She had an epiphany. "Look me up! I wanna see my obituary! Can you read newspapers on that?"

"In a minute," Mark said. "Let's focus on learning what we can about James first."

"Right," she said, the spell broken. "First things first. But promise before you send me on my way you'll let me use your little computer." He agreed and they went back to talking about James. Mark tried not to stare too much at her bare chest as she spoke.

"So we can assume all of these people are real. I'm pretty sure I am and it looks like James was too. We can't confirm the first two but I think it's a fair assumption to make. Now, you said the remote glowed green both times you made specific requests. Those requests were for someone that could speak English and someone that could help you, yeah? But when you asked for Connie specifically, it flashed red. You can try zapping me anyway, but it seems unlikely you'll get Connie and besides, you promised you'd let me use your little computer."

He nodded. "I definitely want to keep you around for your help a while longer. That raises an interesting question too, though. Neither you nor James mind the idea of being zapped away. I assume if I was brought back to life in the future, I'd be at least a little scared of dying again but you seem to almost welcome it."

She nodded. "You're right. This existence is... different from my old life. It's hard to articulate. You said I was 'brought back to life' but that doesn't feel right. It feels like I already had my life and this is just, like, the post-game interview. I don't mind being here but I don't have anything left to do in this world."

"What about your family and friends? Do you have any desire to contact them?"

Jane shrugged and Mark unsuccessfully tried not to watch her breasts jiggle. "Not really. They've all moved on and I don't want to literally haunt them. My boyfriend must be in his seventies if he's still alive, and I don't really feel any emotional attachment to him any more. The same for my family and friends. My time has come and gone. There's a more interesting question than that, though, and you know what it is."

He nodded. "Why did you and James get so horny so fast?"

She smiled knowingly. "Wanna hear my theory?"