My Time Squad moment
Feb. 29th, 2004 08:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sinanjuWe began our trip at 11:59 p.m. on Friday night, after being up all day. We endured 12 hours of air travel (including two plane changes), as well as Customs & Immigration in Jamaica, and a 1.5 hour bus ride from Montego Bay to Negril. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
snippy and I took a nap in our room once we were settled in. She later got up and watched the sunset. I was still in the room when the phone rang. I answered it and heard someone with a Jamaican accent asking if we'd requested a roll-away bed be brought to our room.
I hadn't, and I didn't think Snippy had, but if she had I didn't want to muddy the waters, so I agreed that we had. They said they'd deliver it shortly. I left the room then and went to dinner in the resort's buffet-style restaurant. Later on, Snippy and I fell into bed about 9 p.m. Jamaica time (6 p.m. Portland time) after a very long and tiring day. We were rudely awakened by a phone call. I wondered who could possibly be calling us in the middle of the night, though I soon learned that it was really about 11 p.m., so we'd been sleeping only for a couple of hours.
The call was from Oneson, who shared a room with Twoson. He reported that Twoson was feverish and hallucinating! Snippy and I quickly went up to their room. Twoson was indeed feverish, but reports of "hallucination" were exaggerated. He was feeling the effects of exhaustion, dehydration and heat, basically. We herded him down to our room, where we gave him water an Advil, used a cold wet washcloth to cool him, and then put him in a cool bath. Eventually, feeling somewhat better, but not fully restored, he went to sleep on the roll-away bed, which we set up for him.
Man, it was awfully convenient that we had that thing in our room. And then I realized what was happening. We were caught up in a time loop. And, heavy-duty science fiction reader that I am, I recognized immediately what had to be done. If we were to prevent a temporal disaster, the time loop had to be completed at all costs!
And so on our final day there, I approached the reception desk and asked the nice lady there if she'd be so kind as to arrange for a roll-away bed to be delivered to our room last Saturday. Her expression made it clear that she was confused, so I repeated my request. She did not appear to be enlightened, saying, "I don't understand." That's okay, I thought, only one of us has to understand. "It's confusing, I know, but if you could just arrange for a roll-away bed to be delivered to our room last Saturday, I'd really appreciate it!" I said, already moving away from the desk. "Thank!"
After all, the seed was planted. And that's all that really matters. The request was made, and since it was fulfilled, the cause & effect loop was complete. I'm not entirely sure how the request will be transmitted to last Saturday, but clearly it will be.
And that's how I saved the universe from a temporal anomaly.
snippy and I took a nap in our room once we were settled in. She later got up and watched the sunset. I was still in the room when the phone rang. I answered it and heard someone with a Jamaican accent asking if we'd requested a roll-away bed be brought to our room.I hadn't, and I didn't think Snippy had, but if she had I didn't want to muddy the waters, so I agreed that we had. They said they'd deliver it shortly. I left the room then and went to dinner in the resort's buffet-style restaurant. Later on, Snippy and I fell into bed about 9 p.m. Jamaica time (6 p.m. Portland time) after a very long and tiring day. We were rudely awakened by a phone call. I wondered who could possibly be calling us in the middle of the night, though I soon learned that it was really about 11 p.m., so we'd been sleeping only for a couple of hours.
The call was from Oneson, who shared a room with Twoson. He reported that Twoson was feverish and hallucinating! Snippy and I quickly went up to their room. Twoson was indeed feverish, but reports of "hallucination" were exaggerated. He was feeling the effects of exhaustion, dehydration and heat, basically. We herded him down to our room, where we gave him water an Advil, used a cold wet washcloth to cool him, and then put him in a cool bath. Eventually, feeling somewhat better, but not fully restored, he went to sleep on the roll-away bed, which we set up for him.
Man, it was awfully convenient that we had that thing in our room. And then I realized what was happening. We were caught up in a time loop. And, heavy-duty science fiction reader that I am, I recognized immediately what had to be done. If we were to prevent a temporal disaster, the time loop had to be completed at all costs!
And so on our final day there, I approached the reception desk and asked the nice lady there if she'd be so kind as to arrange for a roll-away bed to be delivered to our room last Saturday. Her expression made it clear that she was confused, so I repeated my request. She did not appear to be enlightened, saying, "I don't understand." That's okay, I thought, only one of us has to understand. "It's confusing, I know, but if you could just arrange for a roll-away bed to be delivered to our room last Saturday, I'd really appreciate it!" I said, already moving away from the desk. "Thank!"
After all, the seed was planted. And that's all that really matters. The request was made, and since it was fulfilled, the cause & effect loop was complete. I'm not entirely sure how the request will be transmitted to last Saturday, but clearly it will be.
And that's how I saved the universe from a temporal anomaly.
