Somewhere in England, 1665.
My dearest Elizabeth,
I write to you with the urge to tell someone what happened. It all started the evening I was experimenting with Moose; everything was going well, but then something happened. Although I achieved my goal of making it go faster things didn’t go quite right, and I ended up creating a bike that can travel faster than the speed of light. Anyways, the problem seems to be that when I tested it to see if it worked, I wasn’t aware of its power, and it took me to the 17th century. However, you mustn’t worry because I have everything under control around here.
I’ll keep you up to date with everything that happens to me while I’m here,