In October 1907 I picked up this group of archaeologists at the Temple to Ramses II in Abu Simbel on the upper Nile and transported them back to 1274 BC for the funeral rites for Ramses I. Now hauling a group of early 20th century archaeologists back to ancient Egypt just to witness a royal mummification may seem excessive. However through one of those weird time-paradox situations, Miss Sarah Whitehall, a member of the group, was ultimately responsible for the delivery of the baby Moses into the hands of the royal handmaiden. Without her presence the entire course of Western Civilization would have been different. Which explains how I ended up playing chauffeur.

[By the way, on another mission I return to Egypt about 30 years later and was involved in the Exodus. Moses was much less physically imposing than Charlton Heston and no, I was not personally responsible for all of the miracles that were recorded.]

Unfortunately for the archaeologists, once Miss Whitehall had fulfilled her required function, I couldn't return 17 people to 1907 with knowledge of time travel. Therefore I had to return them to the year 2267 when time travel is common knowledge. You can just imagine the cultural shock of ending up 350 years in their future. Unbelievable as it may seem, Hardcopy and the Enquirer will still exist and most of them will be paid handsomely for their stories and live happily ever after.