Scenario:The man’s wife died in a pane crash he got off due to a gut feeling his wife stayed on so he’s trying to build a Time Machine to go back to that very day he needs one more piece he goes to a hardware store to get the last piece while an employee name Gibbons greets him on the way back home he sees a homeless man he has coins in his pocket but doesn’t decide to give them when he gets back home he tries the Time Machine it works and he’s back to the year of the plane crash he is met a tour guild who shares the name with the hardware store employee what the date was and it was the date of the crash he gets on plane starting a fight with his past self when the coins from his pocket fall out and fall one landing in the landing gear and the flight attendants are trying to stop the fight when the planes door shuts with the man and his past self on it
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The man’s wife died in a pane crash he got off due to a gut feeling his wife stayed on so he’s trying to build a Time Machine to go back to that very day he needs one more piece he goes to a hardware store to get the last piece while an employee name Gibbons greets him on the way back home he sees a homeless man he has coins in his pocket but doesn’t decide to give them when he gets back home he tries the Time Machine it works and he’s back to the year of the plane crash he is met a tour guild who shares the name with the hardware store employee what the date was and it was the date of the crash he gets on plane starting a fight with his past self when the coins from his pocket fall out and fall one landing in the landing gear and the flight attendants are trying to stop the fight when the planes door shuts with the man and his past self on it
Arthur Bentley
He is a man driven by grief and determination. He is stubborn, inventive, and resolute. After losing his wife in a plane crash, he becomes obsessed with uncovering the truth of her death. Using his knowledge of engineering, he builds a time machine to relive the day of the crash. His journey takes him back to the same plane, where he encounters a tour guide sharing the same curiosity about the accident. Through his investigations, Arthur finds clues confirming his theories about the incident.
Gibbons
He is an employee at a hardware store in 2018. He is friendly, helpful, and observant. Gibbons assists Arthur by providing him with a crucial part for his time machine. He notices something unusual about Arthur’s behavior and asks questions, showing concern for the man’s wellbeing. Despite Arthur's abruptness and secrecy, Gibbons remains curious and willing to help. Their interaction is brief but highlights Arthur's nervousness and tension as he navigates through modern society.
I was never one to believe in gut feelings or hunches.
But on that day, something told me not to get on that plane with my wife.
Something made me pull her back at the gate and tell her I’d follow on a later flight.
She thought I was being paranoid.
And maybe I was.
But that was the last time I saw her alive.
The news report said it was a mechanical failure, that there was nothing anyone could have done.
But I wasn’t satisfied with that.
I spent years researching, building a team of experts, and constructing a machine that would allow me to go back in time to the day of the crash.
It wasn’t easy.
There were times when I thought I was going crazy, when the grief and guilt overwhelmed me.
But I pushed on, driven by my need to know what really happened to my wife, to see if there was anything I could have done to save her.
Now, as I walked through the city streets, heading toward the hardware store where I would buy the last part I needed for my time machine, I felt nervous and on edge.
It wasn’t often that I left my house, and I didn’t like being around other people.
I scanned the aisles, my hands shaking slightly as I searched for the final component.
The fluorescent lights overhead cast harsh shadows on the shelves, making the rows of tools and equipment seem to stretch on forever.
A man in a red store vest stood behind the counter, watching me with a curious expression.
He was tall and lean, with a scruffy beard and a name tag that read "Gibbons."
I quickly looked away, pretending to study a rack of wrenches.
But Gibbons didn’t seem to buy it.
He walked over to me, his footsteps echoing off the walls.
"Can I help you find something?" he asked, his voice gruff but friendly.
I hesitated, reaching into my pocket and clutching the piece of paper with the part number written on it.
It was a specialized copper coupling, one that would complete the temporal circuit of my machine.
I approached the counter, my hands trembling slightly as I unfolded the crumpled paper.
Gibbons stood there, his smile unwavering as he waited for me to speak.
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting an artificial glow over the rows of tools and equipment.
Other customers browsed the aisles behind us, their footsteps echoing off the walls.
I glanced up at Gibbons’ name tag, noticing that it was slightly crooked.
It would be crooked just like that when I met him in the past.
My eyes drifted to the high shelf behind him, where the copper coupling sat nestled between two stacks of pipes.
I realized then that this moment had already happened, and I was the one who had put it there.