Seventeen minutes. That's how long the world lasts this time. The crucifixes with their screaming human sacrifices flayed and nailed to the i-beam crosses vanish, replaced by a bucolic pastoral scene, the serenity of the gold-flecked, rolling hills ruined only by the presence of a thirty foot tall Albertosaurus biting the head off a three-headed sheep. He hits the stopwatch, resets the timer. 00:00:01 and counting. All we can do is place one person outside it. An Outside Observer, unaffected by the shifts. We drew straws. We chose you. He hits the stopwatch and resets the counter.