Here's our plan, General. I'm going to take a tank loaded with everything we know to date, and go through this wormgate.
After a predetermined wait, I'll come back through, and I'll arrive here almost seven weeks ago.
I don't know time travel from tiddlywinks. What good is my advice going to be?
Well. . . if it works, you and I will never meet. This is your last chance to tell me how the company ought to be run.
Am I supposed to be flattered or freaked out right now?