Fix time and space
You search the time-space continuoum for the perfect gap, the gap when
love started to crumble and hear it... Elvis is singing "Love me
tender, love me true," and you see your dreams being
fulfilled.
As you watch history eat itself, you realize that you are now one with
God and have the ability to fix historical glitches. You examine the
wormholes in the time-space continuoum and decide that the one person
who can talk history out of eating itself "has left the
building."
