A part of me was tempted to time travel out of the doctor’s office; in fact, it took everything to escape the temptation. It would have been so easy to do, but the risks would have far outweighed it. The poor guy would have needed his own hospitalization if he saw me vanishing into thin air. I swear the more I time-traveled, the more reckless I became. It was almost like a pseudo drug addiction of a sort, and time travel was my drug. At this rate, I would end up in bat country in a week.
“Clive, are you paying attention?” the doctor said, snapping his pointer finger right in front of my eyes. I dissociated out of the current moment once again. At that moment, all I could think about was how much wrong I had done in so little time; it was almost impressive, actually. If there were an awar
