Roger Kristen and his wife decide to take a time-travel vacation and then run so they’ll
never have to return to the war torn world of 2155 AD.
The inhabitants of the future resent you two hiding on a tropical isle, as it were, while
they drop off the cliff into hell. Death loves death, not life. Dying people love to know
that others die with them. It is a comfort to learn you are not alone in the kiln, in the
grave. I am the guardian of their collective resentment against you two.