“Why strand my town in the Cretaceous?” she asks.
“I’m an artist!” the futurian says. “My medium, paradox. My canvas, the multiverse!”
“Wait—”
His time jumper beeps. “Too late.”
“There’s a deinonychus!”
He laughs, then feels hot breath on his neck.
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