Time travel in an of itself wasn’t that hard, it was dealing with the invariable slip-ups that caused problems. Thankfully the timelines had a way of correcting itself, which, unfortunately, was often to chuck the offending traveler out into the void. The instant before an uncorrectable change was made, the timeline would give this sort of twisting buck and poof, time travelers adrift!

Which would be where I come in. I’m not a time cop or a time guardian or anything quite so impressive. I’m simply the guy who got thrown out first, and I’ve been around a while. Quite a while actually.

The void, for all it’s foreboding name, is simply a nice bit of nothingness that time’s forgotten about. Nothing is particularly linear about it, so you often run into people who you’ve met before, but who haven’t actually arrived yet. It’s a bit of a headache keeping things straight.

Thankfully there are bits of timeline scattered about in the void. Island in the stream, if you’ll forgive the cliché. Folks tend to congregate there, out of habit I suppose, it’s nice to live things in a line sometimes.

I’m much more of a rafting man myself, spend most of my time, or lack thereof, out traveling from island to island. Each of the timelines run a little differently: faster, slower, backwards, there’s a bit of everything if you know where to look.

At the moment I’m off to one of the reverse streams, nothing but a bit of vanity of course. Always nice to knock off a few years when things start going grey. I’d give you a lift, but you’ve not been here quite long enough for that. I’d let you off and pop, you’d be right back on again. There’s rules to it, not that they make much sense right now, so you’ll have to trust me.

Just wait on the raft, time won’t do much here so I’ll be back in a jiff– or I might be gone for years, depends on what you do with it I suppose. Either way, try not a touch the sails, eh? Took me forever to find something that would take these winds…