[ WP ] You are addicted to Time , a new psychedelic drug that unsticks you temporarily from the time space continuum . After countless trips you finally decide its time to quit , so you go to a treatment facility to help you through withdrawals .

`` What year are you originally from, sir?'' the secretary at the desk to Temporal Rehab asked. 
 
 I replied rubbing my temple, my vision a little hazy as I watched her entire life in a blur. Her birth, her three marriages, and her eventual death of old age flew through my mind in a few seconds. The withdrawals were starting, `` Lovely daughter you have, by the way,'' I said pointing to a spot on her desk where the picture of her daughter would be in about ten years. 
 
 `` I do n't have a daughter,'' she said, her eyes narrowing suspiciously, `` My husband and I are n't trying for kids.'' 
 
 `` Well, big surprise in your near future then,'' I stated dizzily as the building was suddenly being built around me and then disappeared in a wave of flames from some future fire. It was odd being stuck in one point in time then watching the past and future rush by as my mind sought stability. 
 
 `` Again, sir, what year are you originally from?'' The secretary was trying not to focus on the kid thing, I could see it, `` When did you first start on Time?'' 
 
 I thought of making the usual jokes about being on Time, but the plastic plant had turned into a floating blob of petroleum, caught in its pre-plastic state, and was pulsing at me, `` I started on Time in 2142.'' 
 
 `` Sir, it's 2064,'' she said, raising an eyebrow to see if I was joking with her, `` You ca n't slip that far backward on Time.'' 
 
 `` That explains the lack of flying cars, they have n't been invented yet,'' I told her then explained, `` No, I do n't think I've been born yet. I've just taken so much Time that I was mostly un-anchored and well, I've slipped back a little bit.'' 
 
 `` A little bit?'' Her mouth was agape, `` How much Time have you been taking since you started?'' 
 
 `` About two hits a day, the first one in the morning, the second one usually on the morning the day before,'' I replied and her eyes went wide. 
 
 `` That's impossible, that's like ten times the lethal limit! PER DAY!'' By the tone of her voice, I could tell that she was sure I was pulling her leg. I watched her daughter grow up and become a star pilot, a pretty good one too. 
 
 `` Well, I built up a tolerance,'' I explained as a vial of Time suddenly appeared in my hand, sent to me by one of my past selves that could feel the withdrawals. I pocketed it just in case. 
 
 `` You ca n't build up a tolerance to Time.'' She stated flatly and I watched her daughter give birth to twins, having retired from the star pilot program. The twins were both boys and healthy looking. I smiled at her and let her know about her twin grandchildren! 
 
 `` You're telling me you can SEE the grandkids from the daughter I have no plans to have?'' She narrowed her eyes again, `` Are you sure you're not on something else? Nano-meth? Xenohair?'' 
 
 `` I have only taken Time, I do n't waste it either,'' I smiled and then watched as one of the grandkids attended a party. It looked very familiar. She was asking me questions but I ignored her. Someone was offering the twin a hit of Time and then it all came down on me like a ton of bricks, `` Grandma?'' I said looking at the young woman in her mid-twenties. 
 
 `` Sir!'' She stood up, `` I am going to have to ask you to leave. You need to find another clinic NOW. This is not funny and you have done nothing but lie to me since you came in.'' 
 
 I stood up and she pushed me out the door. Mom never told me grandma was this much of a bitch! I reached into my pocket and took a small hit from the vial of Time my past or future self had sent me. Let's try this again. Reality wavered. 
 
 `` What year are you originally from, sir?'' the secretary at the desk to Temporal Rehab asked. 
 
 I was back to ten minutes ago, now I just had to play things cool, `` Hey grandma.'' I said then yelled, `` Damnit!'' 

