Rex crashed through the past.

Following the thread of time, he ricocheted around divergent moments trying to find one that would not alert Jones to his changes.

He found the threads increasingly intertwined about the presence of the Ortrix.

Where are you headed Rex?

The voice of the other startled Rex enough that he misjudged a quantum event and plunged through the fusion-heat of a star seventy thousand years in the past.

“Shoot, man! Don’t do that,” he complained.