Only Time Will Tell
The radar’s bright, blinking dot was becoming brighter and blinkier.
The chasing T-Rex violently roared. Suddenly, the radar vibrated and wailed.
Crouching down, the man pushed a pebble until the radar blinked: Timeline Balanced.
“Take me to July 24th, 2020.”
T-Rex lunged with its snapping jaw, but he was gone.
Opening his eyes, the man viewed the room.
He raced out and rushed downstairs. A woman was scavenging through the closet by the front door.
“Hey! Don’t leave! Stay!”
She paid no attention. The man grasped her shoulders, but his hands moved through like air. A large silhouette loomed behind. The man angrily faced the figure.
“Yea, I broke rules and changed the past, but I did it to prevent her death.”
The woman pulled out sneakers from the closet.
“I can change her fate now without altering the timeline. Without the butterfly effect!”
She put on her shoes.
“Let her live. Please. I love her.”
She reached for the door.
“No! Stay! Stay!”
The door closed.
“Why didn’t you let me stop her!? I fought pirates in 1667, ran from Pompeii in 79 AD, and was hunted by a T-REX 65 MILLION YEARS AGO. I changed the past so I can alter the present now while keeping the timeline balanced. I can stop that accident without consequence.”
He slumped down.
“I did all that. Things that would frighten anybody. But why am I not brave enough to accept this loss?”
“I’m a Timelord. I control time. But really, it controls me. I miss the past with her, I’m scared of the future without her, and I can’t embrace the present. Help me overcome this.”
The hand of the figure rose above the man’s head, smoking out wisps of blurred colors.
“Don’t take my memories of her!”
The man pulled back the colors. The silhouette moved back.
“Maybe this is being brave. Enduring the loss for her. Accepting past as the past and facing the future for its uncertainty.
The silhouette faded out, leaving the man finally brave enough to embrace the present.