[ WP ] You find a hourglass that when used , lets you travel 3 minutes back in time

`` -- iiit.'' 
 
 Jeremy Sutherland found himself in front of the Magistrate, his hand tightly clutching the grip of his pistol. He was n't sure how the events unfurled to this moment in time, but he knew had to be in this precise moment. It had to be done. 
 
 He clicked off the safety with his thumb, gripping the pistol all the more tautly to ensure his unwavering aim remained so, `` Magistrate DeLong, I ca n't let you go any further. This *has* to stop.'' 
 
 Magistrate DeLong stood hunched over a peculiar object, its soft, pulsating red glow highlighting his silhouette in the dark, narrow corridor. The slim walkway's walls were packed tightly with shelves stocked with countless hourglasses: many of them had ran their course, the microscopic sands resting gently at their respective bases no longer serving the purposes for which they were made in mind with. The Magistrate slowly stood up and turned to face Jeremy, `` Ahh, officer Sutherland... I'm not surprised to find you here. Finally figured out the puzzle, eh?'' He clutched the artifact closer to his chest. 
 
 Jeremy tried to control his emotions; his rage could blind him from a tight shot group he looked forward to placing on the Magistrate's chest, `` You ca n't do this, I wo n't let you! There's a reason why time thievery was outlawed from the very start!'' He placed his finger on the trigger, ready to fire at a moment's notice, `` You've destroyed our civilization... you've destroyed *my* life, and I swear upon everything I stand for you wo n't make it to that door.'' 
 
 The Magistrate looked at his only exit: entering the Dimension Portal was the final stage of his plan to re-establish history as he saw fit. His only salvation was merely 20 yards away, but in this tight corridor he'd be but an easy target for Jeremy. Like all crafty, desperate villains, he had one last card up his sleeve. The Magistrate turned his gaze onto Jeremy, cracking a deviant grin as he replied, `` Do you truly believe you have the upper hand? You have no idea what I'm capable of... *I* am a Manipulator of Time, and the very thought of you stopping m --'' 
 
 Jeremy fired a warning shot; the bullet whizzed past the Magistrate's head, and the snap of the round breaking the sound barrier forced him to halt his monologue. Jeremy ran out of patience, `` The next one is going right into your torso, Magistrate. I wo n't tell you again, drop the Oracle and lay flat on the ground.'' 
 
 Suddenly, Jeremy heard the shuffling of feet echoing behind him; he could n't afford to turn around, and the Magistrate knew this. 
 
 `` It appears you've sealed your own doom, my dear friend,'' the Magistrate coyly remarked. The stomping began to grow louder behind Jeremy, as if a mob was storming down the hallway. Jeremy lined up his iron sights once more, using more of his instinct than his sight in the poorly lit environment, and fired another shot. The muzzle flash briefly lit up the corridor, revealing a brief mist of red and a loud shriek from the Magistrate; he tried to fire another round but only felt the *chunk* of the trigger mechanism -- his magazine misfed a round. 
 
 `` Damn it,'' Jeremy grunted, attempting to remove his magazine. The Magistrate gripped the entry wound on his leg as he started shuffling toward his escape, panting heavily from the pain. 
 
 `` Get him!'' 
 
 A sudden shout from a voice behind forced Jeremy to quickly turn around and see a countless number of Magistrate DeLongs sprinting toward him. Jeremy's instinctive spin had caused one of the smaller hourglasses to tumble off the shelf and fall onto the floor. Time practically moved in slow motion; Jeremy could only speculate what could happen next as he tried to dive forward to grab the hourglass before it hit the floor. 
 
 With a loud thud, he dropped onto the ground in unison with the hourglass. He had successfully prevented the hourglass from shattering. Jeremy was relieved; had the hourglass smashed, he knew it could have had disastrous consequences to the time continuum, but it was when he opened his palm did he realize gravity naturally took place to draw out the sand toward the bottom of the glass. The Magistrate clones began to draw closer, but it was too late. 
 
 Time began to unwind. 
 
 With a heavy sigh, Jeremy muttered under his breath, 
 
 `` Oh sh --''
