TOO LATE!



Oh crap, oh crap, oh CRAP!



Bina's brain seems to freeze solid upon seeing her younger self.

Oh she screwed up SO BAD! Of course they'd land here. She should have realized it immediately! Everything feels like it's going slow and fast at once.

"This what an aneurysm feels like," she thinks. "There go my brains!"

But if it is an aneurysm, it takes it's sweet ass time.

The two Bina's stare at each other for several long seconds.

Being embarrassed at the dumb crap you did in the past is pretty bad. It's one of the worst sensations, but everyone has at least some experience with that, there are ways of dealing with it, and being embarrassed for stuff you want to do with (and to), say, a tall and sexy parking enforcement lady, despite you maybe sort of having a girlfriend. That kind of embarrassment is like an old friend to Bina.

She is however entirely unprepared for the sensation of being embarrassed for the dumb crap she has already going to do, to her younger self, in the future.

It is a singular experience, only available to time travellers.

And no.

No no no no no! It's not fair! It's not! Oh by all the gods - she's blushing. She's about to get splatted across ninety bajillion dimensions by temporal paradox and she's blushing. This is going to be the last thing she does and it is the worst thing!



Come on aneurysm! Unconsciousness now please! Pick up the pace here!

She realizes that she is actually whispering the refrain of 'Oh crap! Oh crap!' that has been cycling through her head on endless repeat. Upon noticing this, the blushing intensifies.

"Uhh," says Past Bina, innocent Bina, the Bina who still has intact ribs and all her teeth and only a few bruises.



"So I'm guessing this wasn't supposed to happen?" asks Past Bina, climbing into the room.