This timeline stops here. It has to.

I can’t help being terrified. I’ve never gone back more than an hour, and that took so much out of me that I barely came back at all. 

A part of me wants to stay here in the timeline where it’s safe, and leave the plague in the capable hands of the CDC and the WHO and all the other well-funded organizations full of scientists who know what they’re doing. I don’t have to get involved.

But no matter how brilliant they are or how fast they work, there’s one person they can’t save, and right now, that’s the one person who matters.