Panel 1: In the middle of the night, in Rose's bedroom, Rose is curled up in a ball, her head in Jennifer's lap.
Rose: What about...ISTS?
Jennifer: I think I may have caused them.
Panel 2:
Jennifer: When I sent information through time, I often didn't know where it would end up. Some went forward and some backward.
Panel 3:
Rose: To 1955?
Jennifer: 1949, I think, but I can't be sure. I didn't send my entire life's work, but there were bits of data in there.
Panel 4:
Jennifer: I think ISTS perfected intertemporal communication decades before I invented it.
Rose: My head...may explode.
Alt-Text:
Time really is at its wibbly-wobbliest and timey-wimeyest in this comic.
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