And now Maynard saw me time travel…
“Hey man, you alright?” Morgan asked, poking me in the shoulder as I lay down, not making a sound. I just wanted to crawl into a ball and die at that moment. Maynard now had solid proof I was a time-traveler, and I couldn’t imagine anything worse than that. Everything I had tried so hard to hide was now in plain view. Sometimes trying to hide something only makes it more apparent. I hate the Streisand effect so much sometimes…
I wanted at that moment to lie and tell him I was doing great and that there was nothing to worry about, but I just couldn’t force myself to. Instead, I started weeping over everything I experienced during the last five minutes. Maynard was now in control of Arcadia; my actions led to all of this happening. It was because of my
