So there were a bunch of Temporal Enforcers in the commons today. It was blintz day at the cafeteria. Special for Mother’s Day (bring your mom to school day) but who doesn’t love blintzes? Apparently Temporal Enforcers are not exempt.

“Hey Rafe! What are you doing hanging out with these losers?”

I knew Rafe from freshman homeroom. Always a quiet nerdy guy. Never talked about temporal politics.

“Oh hey Olive! But keep your voice down. They like to pick fights.”

“I know,” I said. “That’s what I mean about them being losers.” They all had matching polo shirts.

Rafe looked around quick. “Really they’re super friendly once you get to know them. And they’ve got some interesting ideas if you really think about it. I can send you some links…”

“No, really, that’s fine,” I said. Then one of them whistled and they started to take their compostable plates to the garbage. “See ya Rafe!”

“So long Olive.”

If you want to get the upper hand on temporal probability you've got to get to the control room. I had an internship there. Bringing coffee and stuff. I know where it is.

Standard protocol is that after an intern's time is up, they go back and undo your internship. Like it never happened. But when I was little and the doctor was supposed to give my sister and I the time chip, the doctor got distracted talking to my mom and they gave my sister both doses and I never got one. So when they flipped the undo it didn't take.

I can get us there, but once we're there what do we do?