Either something Rather Odd is going on...

...or am I just getting paranoid?

Or... has it something to do with this damn-fool Chonovortex?
I wonder.

Here I am, staring into the swirling pit of the Time Vortex whizzing quietly around in the croth of the Time Travel Trousers that I had so recently acquired - it's oh so pretty, so colourful, so serene - in an apocalyptic chasm-of-infinite-nothingness, of course; Sipping a nice hot cup of Oolong that I had just popped out of the Bloodshed to get, feeling quite nice and snoozy and calm and not at all being drawn slowly and inexorably into the void, when I saw something -or someone out of the corner of my eye!

I of course whipped around, expecting to catch some blighter trying to spy on my many secrets through the  door that I had been forced to leave open (I don't think these blasred Time Travel Trousers have seen the inside of a decent laundry for many a good year, neither subjective nor objective, and so have a certain malodorous funk about them that fair makes the old eyes water in a confined space, I must say), but there wasn't anyone to be seen?

Am I seeing things? Pixies?

I replayed the notion over in my head. There was definitely a blur, of that I have no doubt.
The cat? Possibly, but she is far too cautious to venture into the Bloodshed, even just the doorway. Not again, anyway... Wait-

A noise from without. That bush is rustling... I'll be right back.

Oh dear, here I am again. And again!

I must say, this time travel is confusing!
I'm not even supposed to be doing it, so I must say this is quite an inconvenience!

Still, accidents happen, and here I am. Again.
Following the unfortunate encounter with those accursed Time Travel Trousers, that I may or may not have related to you already... have I even described them to you yet? Well...

Ahem, an unfortunate event, needless to say, and I found myself cast into the Vortex- then, here I was once more! Imagine my relief! I cast off the treacherous trews, and, clad in my finest underwear, dashed into the BloodShed to see to their immediate shutting down when - imagine my surprise... I was already in there!

Had I been propelled into the past, and nearly surprised my unsuspecting past self with my unexpected appearance? Such an event would be unthinkably unwise - paradoxically speaking. I could well precipitate my immediate and messy dissolution at best, or cause the entire vista of creation itself to pop like an over-inflated bladder!

Or had I been precipitated into some future time, where revealing myself to, er, myself would not go down too well. Knowing me as I do, a past version of myself would probably be received with the same sort of enthusiasm reserved for an unwanted relative in one's nuptual chambers...

Either way, things would not end well, and I was not going to be 'that chap'...

In short, I do not know!

I retired quietly to a nearby bush, and have been skulking in here for quite some little time now.
Fortunately, my pocket telegraph seems to work quite well still, although its pile is nearly exhausted, and its poor chronometer doesn't know if it is coming or going...

Very much like myself!

I shall stop here, while I still have a little power remaining, lest I should need to communicate further!

Hopefully, I shall update you soon, or will have already done so...

Oh dear...