He showed up at my house exactly a month ago. Unexpectedly and very timely. I brewed myself aromatic tea with herbs and thought about whether the doctors’ diagnosis was accurate, as well as their unequivocal verdict about the remaining life span for me. “They are right.” Unfortunately. And fortunately, a pleasant male voice broke the silence. Out of fright, I jerked sharply, scattered dried chamomile flowers on the floor and turned around in disbelief. An impressive adult man was sitting at the table and smiled at me friendly. He carefully peered into the expression of my face, literally absorbing my every gesture. The stranger said: “Mia, you have thirty days to put all your affairs in order.” We will get back to you on time. For everyone, you will die here, but in reality you will find yourself in the Future. In the distant Future of Another World. And I believed him. Isn't it in vain?