Time travel. A second chance, they called it. And boy, did Frank need that.
But there were limits. He was only allowed five seconds. Not a lot of time, but enough for a simple message. Enough, perhaps, to make things right.
As the machine began to spin and his skin tingle, Frank replayed the scene that had haunted him for ten years. The last fight with John that had pushed him away forever. The look that had broken his heart.
Through his tears, Frank repeated the words that he should have said back then:
“John, forgive me… I’m so, so sorry…”
Ooh. What? We need to know.