Bloody hell. What did Henry use in this jacket? Blowing me to a whole different reality and traveling through time, again. At least it's to the future this time, if that even explains how I was never born here yet still exist now (I would have thought the paradox of that would wipe anyone out of existence). Thrice is enough of the twentieth century. I could use a cup of tea or perhaps something stronger.
Nikola, I trust I will still tell you in my past/the future to leave the Sanctuary and get out, not to come running in when there are less than six seconds left on the auto-destruct.
You only needed to be selfish one more time. At least it will not be a third set of sixty-five years not speaking with you.
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