"If I stop it," Elias whispered, "I stay here, in a world where I’m old and alone?"
The first "rip" appeared over his workbench. It looked like a jagged fissure in a mirror, except instead of a reflection, Elias saw his own workshop as it had been forty years ago. He saw his younger self, vibrant and focused, soldering a pocket watch. Rip in Time
He looked at the key. He looked at his future self, who was slowly dissolving into mist. "If I stop it," Elias whispered, "I stay