Could I change the past?

Research Center 149, The last day of Summer 2020 France

Once the eyeglasses were in place, I understood the reason for my anxiety. A spider web of tiny points of light covered the ground. A laser-monitoring network extended from where we were at the present to where we needed to go.

How had we escaped this doom when we jumped forward?

I ignored that thought. Perhaps, somewhere, there was a glimmer of hope; maybe there was a something looking out for us.

I did not move over. Sasakawa, sensing my reluctance, took my eyeglasses and sighed at the sight of this immense chessboard. I felt his fear when he bowed his head, and he saw the lines around our feet. Suddenly somber, he gave me back the eyeglasses and stiffened.

Emergency lighting unveiled the emergency exits.