You’re about to crack this case wide open.

“Your boy space friend is a member of the Illuminati,” you declare. “He’s not lost. He doesn’t want to be found, because he’s been using time travel to alter world events since ancient times, by which I mean the 1970s. But what the Illuminati don’t know is their meddling in space-time could cause a conflation paradox.”

“We have to stop him!” she exclaims.

“Absolutely. I’m on the case. You grab two inflatable duckies. I’ve got my time travel device,” you explain, holding up your slammer. “I’ll be out in a minute. Oh, and Crystal?”

Crystal awaits your next words.

“Thanks for playing pretend with me. I really needed this.”

“Anytime,” she smiles.

THE END