Wisdom or Consolation to Your Younger Self

You haven’t a prison record yet. But you will have . . . unless you let us help you!

Me, thought the young man. Why, that old man is . . . me.

We are one, the same person: Jonathan Hughes.

You’re going to need a lot of dog food.

Patrick, with this time machine, we can go back to the past and make our young selves wiser!

He told me all the horrible things that would happen if I broke any Time Laws. Worlds would collapse. I would turn inside out. Important people would die and important things wouldn’t happen.

Do I ever find any kind of stability? Or do I live life year after year like some kind of existential hobo?

I might be you, but I’m not a moron.

Young Adam: I mean if this is happening to me, that means that it already happened to you—right?—unless it works more like a multiverse where each ripple creates an alternate timeline—
Middle-Age Adam: It isn’t a multiverse! My god, we watch too many movies.

She wants to go back more, as far as possible. Maybe before he was sick, even. But two years is the limit the doctor from the company gives her, his voice serious, concerned.