For me, Salomon’s first story of Ben Hardy, hard-boiled temporal private eye, was about one
Delorean shy of having enough boisterous fun that I could completely ignore the
inconsistencies in the time-travel model—but even so, I had fun as Ben attempted to restore
time to its rightful path for heiress Patricia Wadsworth (and in the process try to figure
out the familial relations between himself, Pat, Pat’s parents, the inventor of time
travel, and that dastardly lawyer).
They all say that. “Why is it,” I asked her, “you seem to remember the, ah,
original sequence? In a reality change, memories are altered along with everything else.
How can you be certain that time has been tampered with?” That question usually ends it
right there.