Sometimes when the time is right, a moon

Sometimes when the time is right, a moon droplet would be squeezed from the moon due to the Earth's gravitational pull and land on to the Earth's surface. This time it landed on

my head. Fortunately I was wearing a hard hat and so the moon-stone bounced off and landed on the ground. I picked it up and felt a power surge through my

occipital bone. I temporarily lost my equilibrium and fell to the ground right where the moon rock was before I had picked it up. As I opened my eyes, the sand started to undulate,

And form fingers & tentacles to drag me into the moon rock that wasn't there anymore. I suddenly could see myself 5 minutes before picking it up but my hands were empty. I am so

high. Those tentacles tightened their grip, and I'd seen enough golf to know where this was going. I had to prevent my past self from picking up that moon rock! "Hey, anorexic!" I

realized the moment I yelled it out that I remembered being the past me hearing that shouted out at me. That had been future me all along! Knowing what past me was about to do, I

quickly scrambled to the DeLorean, but it was too late. Doc was shot. He lay lifeless. I sobbed over him in a heap of despair. But he bounced up, ripping his shirt like the hulk to

reveal he was a terminator. Doc Brown was a terminator?! I didn't have time to ponder our relationship at the moment. He was melting into the DeLorean?! Newer model, I guessed.

But a stubborn tuft of Doc Brown's hair got caught outside of the DeLorean as it took off into the future, and fluttered to the ground where I stood. Was the Doc to be bald in the

time-point to which he was connecting? Snort! Well not completely. A bit of Doc's tuft got stuck to Joe Biden's head during his time transit. All is not lost, just scattered.