"Does it matter? I got you the-"

Her voice halts, a keen glance to either side of her before she leaned in closer, almost a whisper at this point.

"…time machine. This is like my third time doing this, actually. It goes off randomly."

She grinned, the hooded figure quickly closing the bag in fear before meeting her unserious gaze, a deep sigh.

"It was supposed to be an impossible task. I don’t have the money for it…"

He looked away, hands disappearing beneath the table for far too long. A barrel of a gun met her forehead, cold steel between widened eyes.

"Well, make that four times…"

Before the gun could be fired, the bag emitted a flashing light swallowing the entire room up along with the rest of the current timeline.

…

"Where the hell did you find this?!"