On his knees now, breath nearly about to leave his body, the ill-fated explorer knew time was his enemy. Ferguson had just expended most of his energy reaching and activating his voice recorder in a desperate attempt to log his misfortune and make one final entry.
His pursuer was close behind, armed and determined to finish him off.
“Time travel experiment successful. Entered temporal wormhole. Emerged at target. But... fatal flaw encountered.”
His foe reached him, grabbed the voice recorder, and then spoke.
Ferguson pulled the trigger.
“Time travel, a Pandora’s box of paradox. Happy to oblige.”