“The seventies? The seventies? Seriously?” Tara eyed him with a skewed expression. “They were decades ago!” She humphed at him, arms folded.
Josh blinked at her. “Uhm! So what is this year?”
“Twenty-nineteen of course, what kind of …” She stared at him. “Well, what year is it, then?”
“Nineteen seventy-four,” he said.

Not only Tara, but Sally was just as confused. She found herself in the strange world of the future. But she belonged back in 1974. What had happened?