Dr. Tom: Ultimately, Erica, you just have to decide. You have to
choose how are you going to be. I mean, you could spend the rest of your life caught up,
in that fear. Okay. Or, you could face it. Take the leap. See what comes. Your ice
cream’s melting.
Erica: Our friendship, it’s still there. And I know that
I’ll find my way back to it, but I need some time. Ethan:
What do I do? Erica: Nothing. You just have to wait for me
to be ready.
Erica must deal with her problems without time travel.
— Michael Main
Dr. Tom: I think it might be time to rip away the safety net.
Erica, today you’re gonna solve your problems like the other six billion souls on this
planet: all on your own.
Erica: If I woulda stayed, I woulda been rich in my twenties.
I. . . I mean I could have paid off all my
student loans, and I never would have needed to work at that stupid call center. I would
have had the time and the means to dedicate to my writing, and my life—it would have
been completely different.
Adam: I would walk away from Sean instead of hitting him, and
that would change everything, Dr. Tom—and I know that’s not how this works. Dr. Tom: Why don’t you let me worry about how this works.
Friendship. . . two people choose each other
through some mysterious mix of alchemy and circumstance. On the surface, the reason for
our choice seems obvious: They share our interests, they make us laugh—but isn’t
there more to it than that? And do we ever really stop and wonder why this person and not
another?
Erica: Can I change this? I mean, can I avoid sleeping with him
’cause Kai said it was gonna happen—which means it’s already happened for him,
which means. . . Darryl:. . . you have to go through with it to avoid creating a paradox.