Retired 1st Nations Temporal Agent Wilda just really wants to run her Toronto shop, garb Time Tourists, and send them on their merry way in to the past. She discovers contentment in her kitty, her sarcasm, and her whiskey. All that changes when a deathly ill Traveller literally fell onto her doorstep, leaving a chain of events which pushes her to return to the work she’d retired from decades before.

The Company sends her and her assistant, Mattea, back into three dangerous eras of history to get the about Time Visitor Outfitters, Ltd. disease vector intimidating the life of each contemporary Traveller. She searches through a teeming desert bazaar amongst the luxury of the courtroom of Mansa Musa. She explores the dark forests of pre-Columbian America, fighting against the heartbreak of true love. She gets entangled in the convoluted politics of twelfth hundred years Norse-ruled Orkney, sifting through the horrific carnage of the murdered village.

If Wilda can’t come back with time with the right pathogen, the present day researchers can’t synthesize a cure for the disease before all the Vacationers fall ill. She’s to navigate politics, bandits, camels, and midnight coup d’etats, full her objective, and return to today’s, or get rid of herself in the depths of her personal purposely-forgotten past.