We never keep to the present. We recall the past. We anticipate the future as if we found
it too slow in coming and we're trying to hurry it up. Or we recall the past as if to
say, it's too rapid flight. We are so unwise that we wander about in times that do not belong
to us and do not think of the only one that does. So vain that we dream of times that are not
and blindly flee the only one that is. The fact is that the present usually hurts. We thrust it
out of sight because it distresses us and if we find it enjoyable we are sorry to see it slip away.
We try to give it the support of the future and think how we are going to arrange things
over which we have no control for a time we can never be sure of reaching.
This is it. I've done it alone. I've got to follow that all over again. I'm not thinking of anything.
So what's next? What else can I do after making all the longings? There is no way I can win or lose.
And as time goes on, I'll try to hold on to the boost away by everyone and everything connected to you that's just going through.
Time after time you're gone off the lonely and missy with my heart and missy with my name.
Time after time you're gone off the lonely and missy with my heart and missy with my name.
Right boys, so some amateurs have been fucking about and he's opened up a wormhole in Sector 7.
Me and Wallace here have just been insorted out about half an hour ago. No, don't worry, we've got authorization from the serge.
You know the drill. Move in, ring up the WRD and get them to run a Kesselin check on this one.
No scrimp it please fellas, I want this operation watertight.
Anyway, I'm gagging for a tea and the river's a timer running on so I'll allow Wallace here to fill you in.
Thing is boys, us in this room are the only four fellas in Paradox Prevention who can handle the best like this and I know because we've just been there.
Now you're not going to have any trouble but keep your wits about you and watch out for his right hook.
So remember, time waits for no man and good luck.
So, I guess it's time-time.
Looks that way.
Two CX. Should have known.
Wallace, come over here. Can you feel that?
Yep, yep, he's been flexing for a while now. I reckon he's at least 30 minutes back. I'll see if I can get a location reading.
Oh, yeah, we've locked on, we've locked on. Hold tight.
Time's up. Put down your drums.
Wallace!
Time's up.
Time's up.
No!
Almost all of time and space is empty. That's why we at the Paradox Prevention Unit strongly discourage unauthorized jumping.
Travelling in time, that's easy. Ending up anywhere worth a damn, leave that to the professionals.
Rainer was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful, a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical, and all the birds in the trees, they'd be singing so happily, oh joyfully, oh playfully watching me.
