"Well,"  Erinnia’s eyes jumped open at the restart of Maks voice.  "I’ll tell you this much.

She checked her byssus robe that she had left parted down the middle of her body to make sure it hadn’t flipped wide open like dove wings by the nonchalant breeze that might come down between the doctor’s office walls during her small sleep.

"You’re as flawless as the day you left.  Two grams lighter.  Which is nearly impossible for a person who has been gone four and a half years."

Erinnia pumped her legs against the white shag of the chaise lounge she laid in.

"And you havn’t any clues indicating deprevation.  And your chemistry shows no deficentcies."

"Hang on," said Erinnia.  "Where do get this four and a half years business?"

"You left Earth on May twenty-nine, twenty seventeen."

Erinnia pushed herself up on one arm.

"The clock was  right!  It was  right.  I was in the year twenty seventeen."

"No, not was.  You are now in twenty seventeen."

"What?"  Her brow dove over her eyes.

"Erinnia, we think that this time moat you stepped in was a bastardization of time travel technology.  Instead of Time being a isolation and therefore a mental expectation of a  destination, you had, without any kind of conditioning, stepped into an area where Time was ruffled around you.  Disjointed.  Out of order.  And you had to make sense of that very quickly.

"You combine this raw concoction of temporal pulp with the amount of time you were exposed to it,"  Maks shook his head.  "That’s going to affect anyone.  And it appears that perhaps it did you.  Maybe induced a brand new variety of Temporal Sickness. 

"Am I stuck with it?"

"Nobody has ever dealt with a hard case of it.  Temporal Sickness affects people only on occasion.  And its syptoms are confusion and feelings of crawling skin.  It diapates quickly.  You seem to have been harder hit."

"Beside looking for my spot in the Guiness Book of World Records, what should I do?"

"Rest.  You have four weeks of paid leave that starts tomorrow.  Go home.  Melt into your bed or favorite chair and renew."

"Do I go now?"

"Do you want to stay?"

"I need to do something."

"All you should do is take it easy."

Erinnia’s eyes scared wide and bright like lighthouses.  "I need to go back!  Go to the Moon and melt that building down."  She pounded her feet down onto the centipede grass floor.

"Call the station and let them know how dangerous it is up there.  And don’t let them send anyone up there until I"ve taken care of the place."

From the other side of his black granite desk, carved with reliefs of nesting finches, he tried to keep her down with his hand.

"No.  Erinnia?  Nobody can go up there except Temporal Search and Rescue.  They have to find the five people who they think got lost in that moat trying to find you."

"Oh, please, no"

"Two and two were put together after you told your story.. That time  moat might explain their disappearances after they went to the Moon."

"Maks!" shouted Erinnia, her hands up, supporting her heavy words.  "I tore the machinery apart!  They’re never getting out!"