It was really too bad about Jen.
We were on a temporal field trip to fourteenth century Romania for our graduate class in medieval architectural innovations when Jenís multiphasic cloaking device unexpectedly failed. You can imagine the reaction of the castle guards when a strangely dressed young woman suddenly materialized out of thin air before their startled eyes, witchcraft.
Before she could react the guards seized Jen and dragged her down into the darkened depths of the castleís dungeons for some excruciatingly painful questioning. Unfortunately for Jen, she didnít speak fourteenth century Romanian and her torturers had never heard fourteenth century English let alone its late twenty third century equivalent. Two days later, enraged by their inability to communicate with their victim, Jenís torturers ceased their futile attempts to force her confession. No longer concerned with forcing Jen to confess to witchcraft, they simply decided to torture her to death. Sadly for Jen, she still managed to survive three more brutally agonizing days of unrelenting torture before she finally died.
Everyone on that field trip desperately wanted to rescue Jen but the rules against temporal interference are draconian, after all who wants to visit the past only to come back to the present to discover youíd accidently erased yourself from the timeline? It wasnít until the development of multiphasic cloaking in the late twenty second century that temporal tourism became popular. A person concealed by a multiphasic cloaking device isnít just invisible, the cloaked person is actually out of phase with the real world, almost as if they were a ghost, making interactions with the past impossible.
Anyway, after the locals captured Jen, the rest of the group left to tour some of the classic fortresses and castles in fourteenth century Spain. But a few of us stayed to watch Jenís final torturous days in that medieval Romanian dungeon and as luck would have it, weíd brought full sensory recording equipment.
Many would consider Jenís death as an unfortunate tragedy, but for the truly discriminating collector of the macabre, well, name your price...