I located Dwayne living in an Ohio farm house with Becky, circa 1963. After Becky left for work I entered the house, sat opposite Dwayne and poured myself a cup of coffee.
“I’m not going back”, Dwayne insisted.
“Go forward, you and Becky didn’t work out”, I shrugged.
“She’s pregnant. We plan on marrying” Dwayne said and reached for a kitchen knife.
“Read her obituary. You were never her husband. The inoculations we get make us sterile”, I sighed and transported Dwayne and myself to headquarters.