That's probably the greatest risk one faces as a time traveller: having movies spoilt for you. And rending the very fabric of the universe. And having everyone ask you if you've seen The Time Traveller's Wife when of course you haven't.
A circular portal opened above the rocky cliff, crackling with golden energy. With a solid whumph, the form of an unconscious blue gargoyle was dumped onto the ground.
"Hah. It wasn't me. I told him so," observed Rebecca One, with satisfaction.
"Yup," agreed Rebecca Two.
"We have to help him!" Maeve wailed desperately.
Rebecca Two grasped her arm. "Maeve, stop! You can't change your own timeline. You agreed!"
"But I could save him!"
"You could," Rebecca One said sympathetically, "but it would create an alternate universe where that choice happened. Just one more in an infinite number. We don't live there. Nothing would change for us. Creating new universes willy-nilly is considered... sloppy."
"It's the way the quantum multiverse works. Avengers: Endgame rules," agreed Rebecca Two.
"Really? Spoilers? Now that's sloppy," Rebecca One said grumpily.
"I don't care about any of that!" shouted Maeve.
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