[ WP ] Everytime you sneeze , you find yourself displaced in time up to a week from when it happened . A terrible bout of sneezes has put you in a peculiar scenario .

The sneezes were a blessing. Each time I screw up, I sniff some pepper. My consciousness is transferred through time and space to some time before. And if that does n't work, I do it again. And again, until what has been done in the future has been undone. Showed up at the wrong restaurant for my date? Ah-choo. Lose the lottery? Ah-choo. Break my leg? Ah-choo. And so on. Until I had everything I needed. Money, a trophy wife, a mansion, a private jet, and so on with all my sneeze-fueled adventures. Nobody was none the wiser, and I was able to do whatever I wanted. I did what I could to stop any terrible events that had transpired a few days prior to getting my power at the age of 14. 
 
 I could n't do a damn thing. Some events had constraints. No matter how many times I sneezed, or compounded those sneezes into months... I could not prevent Stan from being shot. I could n't save lives. Anything that changed the world by death was unfixable. 
 
 But I could obtain money. Help the world with what I could. But money spent on prevention efforts was money wasted. Bribe a mugger to not kill someone? The death still occurred. 
 
 Until that day that everything had been undone. When I thought I had it all... I sneezed. 
 
 In a goddamn fit of sneezes... in a florist's shop. I was buying flowers for Anna, and I sneezed. The pollen was too much. The freshest flowers were too dangerous for me, but I decided to go against the better idea of telling Winston to get the door. 
 
 I found myself three days ago, in my bed. As I realized what happened, I was initially content. I now knew what to do in order to extend Winston's contract with me for two more years. And just as I was getting the papers edited, I sneezed. 
 
 A week ago. I was showering in my massive bathroom. The sudden appearance of all the steam and it's almost pungent texture sent me six days ago. 
 
 And so I kept jumping past my past. The world I had built eroded into my past college dorm; into my childhood house. 
 
 Into a NICU crib. 
 
 And then into oblivion.
