Grief-stricken and heartbroken, Chance found solace in the numbing embrace of alcohol. Each sip he took in the dimly lit bar was an attempt to drown the familiar and agonizing pain that gnawed at his soul—a pain that seemed eerily reminiscent of a loss he couldn't quite place.
As the hours slipped away, Chance grew increasingly inebriated. The bar was a cacophony of voices and laughter, but he was lost in his own world, consumed by memories of YoYo. Her laughter, her smile, the warmth of her touch—all of it haunted him, making the emptiness even more unbearable.
Stumbling through the crowd, Chance accidentally collided with a burly man. The man turned, his face contorted in anger. "Watch where you're going!" he growled, shoving Chance back.
Before Chance could apologize, the man grabbed a bottle from the bar and swung it at him. The glass shattered against Chance's head, and he crumpled to the floor, blood trickling down his face. As he lay there, dazed and in pain, a torrent of memories flooded his mind, like pieces of a puzzle falling into place.
Flashes of his past life as a modern physicist, his groundbreaking research on black holes, and the fateful laboratory accident that catapulted him back in time—all of it came rushing back with startling clarity. He remembered his time in the ancient era, his inventions, and his rise from an outcast prince to a respected figure.
He recalled his second life in the 1990s, the lottery win, the entrepreneurial ventures, and the challenges he faced with Daniel. And now, the recent heartbreak of losing YoYo, the love he had found and lost in this strange, displaced timeline.
As the memories cascaded through his mind, Chance realized the gravity of his situation. He wasn't just a man grieving a lost love; he was a physicist who had defied the boundaries of time and space. The pain he felt now was layered with the sorrow of multiple lifetimes, losses, and unfulfilled destinies.
"I remember…" Chance murmured to himself, struggling to stand. "I'm a physicist… I've traveled through time… I've lived so many lives."
The bar's patrons barely noticed as Chance staggered out into the cold night, clutching his throbbing head. The realization hit him with full force: he was meant to continue his work, to find a way back to his own time. There was so much left undone, so many questions unanswered.
Stumbling through the empty streets, Chance's mind raced with possibilities. The accident that had initially sent him back in time had been an experiment with black holes and quantum mechanics. Could it be replicated? Could he find a way to control it, to prevent the tragic outcomes of his past lives?
Why did he lose his favorite woman both times he crossed over? Did fate play tricks on him?
Chance had once again begun research experiments on the black hole model, he wants to control the amount of radiation this time and return to the ancient times, where he's needed back more than anything else.