“Let me get this straight. You are saying that the world ends everyday at 3:07 am PST because reality is constantly being rewritten by people going back in time to kill Hitler?”

“It isn’t always Hitler, but yeah.”

I shook my head with disbelief. Time travel. People going back to kill Hitler. But not always Hitler, so who else did they assassinate? And why was my best friend only telling me this now? Or why tell me at all?

“Brandon, I don’t understand. You need to explain this to me.”

My confession of confusion seemed to burden him. He looked up with weary eyes,

“You have no idea how many times I have told you all this before.”

My eye twitched, and more questions arose.

“At some point in the future, time travel is invented, perfected, and then legislated. Someone with all their brilliance decided that we needed to purify history. Remove the bad, exalt the good. So they sent back what they called Time Scrubbers, different people to go back in time and remove the event and memory of the greatest atrocities of mankind. Some were chosen for their military expertise. I was chosen for a different reason.”