May I be conscious in the Multi-verse of my choice.
Cedric could see the desperation in Patrick’s eyes. He seemed visibly scared.
“I’ve gotta get out of here before he finds me! I’m sorry, Cedric, but I’m leaving now. Take care. 1995 awaits me.” Cedric’s brow arched.
“Patrick, you do realize time-travel isn’t possible?” whispered Cedric.
“Who said anything about time-travel? I go where it’s easiest to deal.”
Patrick became woke in body #2590. He and Cedric are eating ice cream at their favorite spot – Hanks – in Conneaut Lake, PA. All smiles as tongues lapped large vanilla custards nestled in sugar cones.
This was certainly a better day.
I Write Her 