Mr. Tyme thought himself unstoppable. He preferred to move forward, passing the most incomprehensible situations - moon landings, the birth of one Albert Einstein, Aliens - but never staying and without so much as looking back. Sometimes, just to make things interesting, he would walk at different paces, even running when he felt like it. Nothing could stop him.
Until something did.
People called it fate, god, even science. But the truth was, nobody knew what had made Mr. Tyme stand still. There were theories, speculations, presumptions.