As my eyes glazed over from lack of interest in the barren wall, my mind occupied itself with the subject of time travel. Perhaps triggered by the end of summer, I wondered how a trip back in time would unfold. Yet, without a machine, my thoughts drifted back into obscurity. That is, until I remembered the fictional nature of my being. As I stepped forward into the past, I paused. What if I was merely rewinding life, remembering the trip only once it was complete? Needless to say, that wasn’t the best time to have a moment of déjà vu.