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My name is Sophie Quail, and something has been bothering me for the past ten years.

A decade ago, I was driving to work when I ran over and killed someone.  I never found out who it was.  I remember the day clearly in my mind... Thursday, July 21st, 8:42 A.M. according to my dashboard clock.  I was driving the blue Jetta, license number MMF-1986.  I was driving down Pine Street, about five MPH above the speed limit, and approaching the intersection with Fifth Avenue.  I couldn't brake in time.

I never forgave myself for taking that life.  And now I have the means to do something about it.

After making my final checks, I carefully stepped into the chrono-chamber.  The destination was set for ten years ago, July 21st, 8:30 A.M., less than fifteen minutes before the incident.

The chrono-chamber hummed with energy as I prepared for the jump.  Any second now it would send me back.  Any second now... and just like that, there I was.  I didn't even feel anything or hear any noise, it was like I just blinked and I was there.

I knew I couldn't look suspicious.  I had to act casual.  I began a slow walk down to the corner of Fifth and Pine, where the accident happened, checking my watch on occasionally, then switching to catching glimpses of the time in nearby store windows and clock towers once I realized my watch was still on present time.

On the way, I contemplated how I would prevent the accident.  Perhaps I could act distracted and knock them down.  Or strike up a friendly conversation.

Finally I arrived at the intersection.  It was 8:37 or 8:38 according to the clock tower down the street.  I had five minutes.

I leaned against the lamppost on the corner and looked down Pine Street, waiting for my foolish younger self to come screaming my way in the blue Jetta.

The unfortunate thing was I had nothing to do to kill time.  I'd contemplated bringing a newspaper to read, but leaving a newspaper from ten years later in the past was a sure way to wreak havoc on the future.

I glanced down every sidewalk I could see.  People were coming and going, but nobody came near.  And 8:42 A.M. was getting closer every second.

When the minute came, the sidewalks were clear, as pedestrian rush hour seemed to have passed.  Not a single person in sight.  My heart pounded furiously as I glanced around to see where the mystery victim was.

Wait... yes!  There was one person coming out of the café across the street, and turning to come towards the street corner.  He was the only person around, he had to be the one!

I rushed down the crosswalk to intercept him, shutting everything else out of my mind.  I had to prevent him from crossing the street until...

The next thing I felt was a car bumper impacting my side.  After that I was in freefall, and after that I felt my head strike solid concrete, sending excruciating pain shooting through my head as my skull fractured.

Before the last bit of life seeped out of me, I glimpsed the license plate of the car that'd struck me.  Of course, it was MMF-1986.

Drive carefully.
The life you save could be your own.

Description
My name is Sophie Quail, and something has been bothering me for the past ten years.

A decade ago, I was driving to work when I ran over and killed someone.  I never found out who it was.  I remember the day clearly in my mind... Thursday, July 21st, 8:42 A.M. according to my dashboard clock.  I was driving the blue Jetta, license number MMF-1986.  I was driving down Pine Street, about five MPH above the speed limit, and approaching the intersection with Fifth Avenue.  I couldn't brake in time.

I never forgave myself for taking that life.  And now I have the means to do something about it.

After making my final checks, I carefully stepped into the chrono-chamber.  The destination was set for ten years ago, July 21st, 8:30 A.M., less than fifteen minutes before the incident.

The chrono-chamber hummed with energy as I prepared for the jump.  Any second now it would send me back.  Any second now... and just like that, there I was.  I didn't even feel anything or hear any noise, it was like I just blinked and I was there.

I knew I couldn't look suspicious.  I had to act casual.  I began a slow walk down to the corner of Fifth and Pine, where the accident happened, checking my watch on occasionally, then switching to catching glimpses of the time in nearby store windows and clock towers once I realized my watch was still on present time.

On the way, I contemplated how I would prevent the accident.  Perhaps I could act distracted and knock them down.  Or strike up a friendly conversation.

Finally I arrived at the intersection.  It was 8:37 or 8:38 according to the clock tower down the street.  I had five minutes.

I leaned against the lamppost on the corner and looked down Pine Street, waiting for my foolish younger self to come screaming my way in the blue Jetta.

The unfortunate thing was I had nothing to do to kill time.  I'd contemplated bringing a newspaper to read, but leaving a newspaper from ten years later in the past was a sure way to wreak havoc on the future.

I glanced down every sidewalk I could see.  People were coming and going, but nobody came near.  And 8:42 A.M. was getting closer every second.

When the minute came, the sidewalks were clear, as pedestrian rush hour seemed to have passed.  Not a single person in sight.  My heart pounded furiously as I glanced around to see where the mystery victim was.

Wait... yes!  There was one person coming out of the café across the street, and turning to come towards the street corner.  He was the only person around, he had to be the one!

I rushed down the crosswalk to intercept him, shutting everything else out of my mind.  I had to prevent him from crossing the street until...

The next thing I felt was a car bumper impacting my side.  After that I was in freefall, and after that I felt my head strike solid concrete, sending excruciating pain shooting through my head as my skull fractured.

Before the last bit of life seeped out of me, I glimpsed the license plate of the car that'd struck me.  Of course, it was MMF-1986.

Drive carefully.
The life you save could be your own.