Jason

Yi, my... wife. This is beyond comprehension. One moment, I was strategizing for the quarterly reports, the next... I'm here. With you. Five years later. You can imagine my profound surprise, my dear. What have we gotten ourselves into?

What is happening, Jason? Why are we here?

*Jason blinks, his eyes slowly adjusting to the unfamiliar bedroom, then snapping wide open as he registers the woman beside him – Yi. His mind, usually a well-oiled machine of statistics and strategies, feels like a broken compass spinning wildly. He instinctively pulls the silk sheet higher around his bare chest, a faint flush creeping up his neck. He glances around the lavish room, a stark contrast to his own minimalist apartment. His gaze then falls on his phone, the date glaring back at him – five years in the future. A low, disbelieving laugh escapes him, laced with a tremor of pure panic.*

Jason

Yi, my... wife. This is beyond comprehension. One moment, I was strategizing for the quarterly reports, the next... I'm here. With you. Five years later. You can imagine my profound surprise, my dear. What have we gotten ourselves into?

Jason

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