Travels a hundred years into the past

Everything started to reverse itself. I saw the battle I'd just had backwards. Bodies and people were rising again, and entire cities were springing back into existence.

The damage to Brockton Bay reversed itself, and then I saw the ships in the Boat graveyard rising suddenly, and then the ships were moving again. People were moving like ants, and I could see a better time, the time that my father had liked to talk about.

It wasn't until I saw the cars changing that I realized that I was going too far. There were fins on the cars by the time I started to slow down, and by the time I stopped, I could see horses and buggies in the streets. I'd overshot my mark by a hundred years, to a time when powers didn't exist and women didn't have rights.

I turned invisible in New York city as I stared at the people around me.

Whatever boost the man had given me was gone, and I wouldn't be able to return the way I had come.

I'd read the story about the man who'd gone back in time and stepped on a butterfly, leaving changes that propagated through time and leaving the future he returned to completely different. Would I be able to avoid making changes in the timeline, or would I get on a bus at the wrong time, leaving someone to miss a meeting that led to their meeting the love of their life. Could I keep my great grandparents from meeting, and if I did, would it create a paradox as I no longer existed, which would them mean I hadn't interfered, which would mean I'd exist again, which would mean I would interfere, which would mean I no longer existed? Would this process repeat over and over again until time was like a piece of paper that had been erased so many times that a hole was ripped in it?

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