Time After Time...

She crept closer to the crazy man on the corner. He was in the middle of a fiery speech. Not a lot of people were listening. Just a small handful. But they were listening closely. She could see reflected in their eyes what was to come. The power he would hold, the destruction that he would cause.

She needed to stop him now. Now before it took hold. Before he could be made a martyr during his jail time. Before he could write the book that others would pretend to read for historical reasons instead of admitting that they liked his ideas. Before he took hold of the reigns of power in a peaceful transfer of power. Before the men who thought they could control the little weirdo found out that they had been the ones controlled. And that he wasn't weird. He was evil.

Before it was too late for millions of people.

Before the world was plunged into war. Before he killed himself while his ideas lived on.

She needed to stop him.

She had a knife tucked into the sleeve of her coat. She had practiced just where on the body to plunge and then lift the blade to cause the most damage. She had run through every step of this plan multiple times. She knew if she could just get a few steps closer she could do it. She could stop him.

He was reaching the crescendo of his speech now. The madness leaking from every pore of him. Spit flying from his mouth as he screeched. And boy did he screech. What an unpleasant speaker, not just in what he was saying, but in how he sounded saying it. How in the world would so many listen?

She took a deep breath and stepped forward.

Tripping and falling on the curb, hitting her head and being knocked unconscious.

She awoke in a bright white room with equipment humming all around her.

"Ms. Stephenson, we've been through this before. You cannot stop him. History won't let you. He is a cornerstone. I do not understand why you persist in trying."

"Yeah, and I don't understand why nobody else does."