"No, but-be honest. Can you time travel?" said Chronic.
  "I can."
  "Don't lie to me. Go all the way home," said said Chronic.
  "No, I cannot," said Barry. "What did you mean when you mentioned time traveling out there?" Barry asked, staring into the man's watermelon seed eyes.
  "That moment we get fixated on-when sitting out in the yard-the memory of the failure to please-our parents-like the science award we were never able to win-so my Dad could give it to me in his military greens...