Wait a second. Do even I know sci-fi well enough to even tamper with it? What if I’m…wrong? ‘Time’ to revise. And I need more action…more tension. Yes, tension. I will have her arguing in the car just before she screeches into the park and slams her door hard enough to finesse an echo among the towering sycamores. Or not. I might have her toss a bottle of pain pills out of her car window as she gently pulls into the park…have her smile at a young woman carrying her slumbering two year old boy…walk to the creek and...Well, you know what she does there. Pain pills? Will there still be pills in the future? Vaporizers, more likely. Or implanted chips. Now, how in the hell do I research that?!