Part 2

Let's try that again, without the time paradox.



New game!




Tiiiiiiime warp! Back to the past! I can stop the events of 2:30 much more easilly at 1:30 than at 2:00!



Huh, a dog's blocking the alley south. Maybe I can just go arround.



Map shows a lot of ways south! I'm sure some of them will be open.







Alright, so packs of wild dogs have this city under their iron paw. No matter. I'm sure I can defy fate in this four block area.




The eyes! The eyes! Please don't eat my soul!

Yeah, the square. If I see your mom, I'll send HER to deal with you.




European fashion. Was this big in the nineties?




In front of the fortune teller's house is an energy unit--they power the digipad, allowing you to pierce the veil of time and space!! You find them lying in gutters and old buckets.




...better than the daughter, I guess. Let's try the city hall.





Well, that's handy. I ask for a map of the town and I get a map of the town from five hundred years ago! Looks like the fortune teller used to be an alchemist's house. And the butcher's shop and the bakery have been open for FIVE HUNDRED YEARS. Good branding?





I guess anyone you find wandering the streets at 1:45 in the afternoon doesn't have much to do.




I guess we're done here. BACK TO THE PRESENT! Jiggawatts ahoy!





Hey, a juggler! That's convenient--I guess blondie's pathological lying turned out ot be accurate. What a lucky change of events! Let's not dwell on the fact that there wasn't a juggler here in 2:00 pm when he left.

More time travel stories need this kind of time difference.

Doc, doc, what'll we do now?
There's no choice, Marty. We'll have to use the delorean to return to 3:45 precisely!
But doc, won't that screw up the timeline?
What could possibly happen in an hour and a half?






So much for my mysterious attacker. Maybe I could ask the juggler who--nah, that guy wasn't paying attention, I'm sure.