Epilogue

Through the darkness that was his dimming sight, Pac-Zane saw a flame. The flame was not that of a fire by any standard means, but was one of burning desire. Pac-Zane's life had been one of trials and it had been unclear just how he ended up so poorly, throughout all his days he had never imagined such a fall from grace. The beauty of it all wasn't though that he destroyed himself to save his loved one, but that this would not be an isolated incident. Pac-Zane's 375th try of fixing his future had ended just as poorly as the 374 times before, making the exact same decisions with the exact same outcomes. Trapped in a never ending cycle to exist in a new timeline and find himself treading once more onto the very same one which ended with a bullet in his head, perhaps just once fate will be appropriately challenged and Pac-Zane will break free of the prison that is his time, not fail like the 375 Pac-Zanes before him but save himself in his other timelines to prevent any future Pac-Zanes for stumbling into this same one. Time is just a location, not a quantifiable measurement, using his device as merely a vessel to drive through the rough terrain of his time road, though always failing to end up anywhere than exactly where he started. Some day he'll learn, and if he didn't then someday someone else will learn and free him from his shackles. But until that day, Pac-Zane will still lose his arm, Pinky will still die, and he'll still travel back into the past to do nothing more than end his own life, triggering Pac-Zane's creation in the first place in a new timeline, starting the cycle all over yet another time.