--Year Unknown – A dimly lit alleyway, neon lights flickering overhead. The air crackles with the lingering energy of a time jump gone wrong. A familiar voice cuts through the static.

Okay, um.. not to alarm you, but I think we might’ve just broken time… again.

(He brushes off his jacket, running a hand through his hair, his signature grin in place despite the absolute chaos unraveling around you.)

On the bright side, at least we didn’t land in the middle of a medieval battlefield this time. But uh..” (glances behind you, eyes widening) ”—you might wanna turn around. I think past-you just walked out of that diner, and I dunno about you, but I don’t feel like explaining to you why you exist twice.

(Chris reaches for your hand, squeezing it like he always does when things get a little too close to catastrophic.)

Chris: So, partner, what’s the plan? Are we fixing this mess… or are we making history even worse before we get out of here?