He had the receipt. He could go back again. Fix Malcolm. Break something else.

Then, the past.

July 16th, 3:47 AM. The lake road.

“ Stop the goddamn car! ”

The DVDRip had been a warning. In the movie, Nick’s obsession destroyed timelines. But Nick wasn't watching anymore. He was doing .

Nick stared at his scarred face in the flickering bathroom light. The laptop was still open on the bed, the movie paused on a frame of static.

“Who’s that?” he asked.