Thomas Morrison stood in his small bedroom, sunlight streaming through the curtains. The weight of the past two days pressed heavily on his mind. He was back in 1995—this was real. But now, he had to test how much control he really had over this second chance. Could his knowledge of the future actually help him, or was it just an illusion?
He decided to start small. At the local diner, he sat in a corner booth, listening in on a conversation he remembered from his first life. Two friends were talking about going to a concert for a band that would later become world-famous. As they chatted, Thomas leaned in closer, hearing the exact words he'd remembered, even down to the ticket prices. A small grin spread across his face. He was right.
Later, he stopped by the newsstand and scanned the headlines. Some matched what he remembered—a political scandal, a tragic accident, the launch of a new gadget that wouldn't last long. But not everything lined up perfectly. A few things felt…off. Minor events that should've happened hadn't, and it made him uneasy. His memory wasn't perfect, it seemed, but it was close enough to give him confidence.
Back at home, he sat at his desk and made a list of major events he remembered between 1995 and 2025. Writing them down felt strange, like cramming for a test only he knew about. "Stock market crashes, tech breakthroughs, celebrity scandals…" he muttered, scribbling furiously. He felt both excited and nervous. What could he really do with all this knowledge?
Then came a bigger test. Thomas remembered the lottery numbers from this week in 1995—well, most of them. He wasn't sure about the last two numbers, but he filled out a ticket anyway, his hands shaking a little. "If I'm wrong, it's just a few dollars," he thought. "But if I'm right…"
The next day, he watched the drawing with his heart in his throat. One number matched, then another, and another. Five numbers were spot on—but the last one was off by a single digit. Disappointment hit him for a moment, but then he smiled. Even with one wrong number, he had proven his memories were real. They weren't perfect, but they were close enough to matter.
Not everything went smoothly, though. At the grocery store, he ran into Kevin, an old acquaintance. In his original timeline, Kevin had struggled with debt and alcoholism after a business failure. But here, Kevin looked healthy and optimistic. Without thinking, Thomas suggested an investment idea he knew would pay off big in the future. Kevin listened closely, nodded, and thanked him for the advice.
Walking away, Thomas felt a wave of doubt. Had he just changed Kevin's life? Was it for the better, or would it lead to unintended problems? It wasn't just his own future he was playing with now—it was someone else's.
That evening, Thomas sat by his window, staring at the city lights. His mind raced with possibilities and risks. Knowing the future was thrilling, but it came with responsibility. Every action, every word, every suggestion could ripple through the lives of others.
By the end of the night, he made a decision: he had to be careful. This second chance was a gift, and while he wanted to make the most of it, he couldn't afford to be reckless.
For now, he had proven one thing: his knowledge of the future was real, and it could be powerful. But the real test would be whether he could use it wisely—or let it spiral out of control.