Remember that each light between sunrise and sunset is worth dying for at least once.
...Coca-Cola and fries, the wafer and wine of the Western religion of commerce.
People in science fiction flicks always seemed to know useful things about the places time travel took them. But what if the time traveler had been only an average history student? What then?
When it falls on your head, then you are knowing it is a rock.
She had to find her own story, and she could make it whatever shape she thought best.
So we face our final hours...and all that was once certain has become uncertain. Except for defeat. That, as always, is the end of all our stories.