"Let's just pop back to last Tuesday," she says. "Oh don't worry about stepping on that lizard," she says. "It can't be that important." It can't be that important huh? WELL LOOK AT ME NOW! Bleeding, terrified, being hunted by my future-past self while trying to reconstruct a quantum timeline without tearing the universe a new asshole. Dammit Sheila, I told you not to get out of the car.