One minute you're happily living in 1985--going to high school, playing with your band, the Pinheads--and then the next, BAM, you're chased by Libyan terrorists in 1955. Suddenly, you're in a place where no one's heard of Pepsi Free (is that like diet Pepsi, by the way?) or Calvin Klein, or the song Johnny Be Good. Who among us hasn't been there?
Worried about the space/time continuum? Yeah, so is she.