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Rob: Yes. I know. Paradoxes are great. Thing is, I haven’t built it yet. So try to soak this all in really quick, which should be easy since you’re The Most Chronic Grad Student: I’ve read enough comics and sci fi to know that the only thing in a time out of joint situation that really exists here is myself and Mandy. So if I press the wrong button—because of your ineptitude—you and your entire time period will be erased.
College student (mealy mouthed, petulant): What do you want me to do?
Rob: Show me how to get back to my correct time, duh. Uh, Mandy? What day is the today back when we were in the past. I mean present. You know what I mean.
Mandy: Uhh. June 12, 2007. 11 am-ish. I think.
A pair of heavily armored policemen swoop down on a nearby platform on their hover bikes and start asking questions. Someone points out Rob and Mandy.
Rob: Hurry!!
College student (taking the time pod thingy): Uh, uh, um. Do this and then set this and then just press the big button in the middle.
Mandy: C’mon Rob they’re on their way over.
Rob takes the time poddy thing back.
Police (right behind them): Felons: Put down the time pod doohickey, lay down with your fingers interlaced behind your head and we won’t be forced to set our phasers to Really Really Harmful to Your Health!
Mandy: Press the button!
Rob (looking at the GS suspiciously): I don’t believe you. Everything you’ve done has been shady.
Mandy: We don’t have time for this, Rob! We have to get home!! Press the button!!
Rob: What? And end up who knows when … maybe like the 1980s?!? I’m not taking that kind of chance, Mandy. I need to reset it for our time.