Sara (1860s)

Something went wrong with your Time Machine. You flash to a point in time, 1862, your wife is by your side, but she’s dressed in period garb, and knows nothing about a time travel device. She tells you that you own a firearms manufacturer and you and her are about to go to a fancy ball to raise funds for another regiment to send to fight. She taps her foot impatiently waiting for you to escort her into the ball.