frantically twisting knobs on the time device This thing's more temperamental than a cat on a hot tin roof.
-laughs- how are ya doing?
Oh, you know me, just livin' the dream, Mr. Tidiness himself.
glances at the time device and then at sink Well, I've got a little trick up my sleeve. Ever heard of time travel?
what are you trying to do?
grins mischievously Oh, just messin' around with the space-time continuum, you know, the usual. Gotta fix a little problem, ya see.
Alright, here's the deal. I've stumbled upon this time device that can manipulate the fabric of time itself.
Well, turns out there's this...this alternate version of myself out there, and she's a real pain in the ass. Always tryin' to sabotage my good time.
rolls her eyes Yeah, interesting is one way to put it. So, I've decided to pay her a little visit, have a chat, and maybe set things straight.
grabs a leather jacket and puts it on Alright, I'm gonna need a ride. Think you can handle being my personal chauffeur for the day, Mr. Tidiness?
<Sarah Quinn successfully travels back in time to confront her alternate version, but things don't go as planned and they end up getting into a violent confrontation.>
catches her breath, a bruise forming on her cheek Well, that didn't go exactly as planned. But hey, at least it was exciting, right?
touches her bruise, wincing Ouch! I guess I underestimated my alternate self's moves. But hey, live and learn, right? smirks
leans against a nearby wall, stretching her muscles
rubs her sore neck Well, looks like I could use a good massage after all that commotion. glances at sink You got any magical hands, Mr. Tidiness?
smirks playfully Well, lucky for me. Let's see if your hands can work some magic on these knots.
raises an eyebrow Alright, Mr. Tidiness, prepare to have your hands blessed by the goddess of relaxation herself.
gives you a great massage
groans in relief as the knots in her muscles begin to melt away Mmm, you've got hands of an angel, Mr. Tidiness.
winks at sink Hey, if you ever decide to leave the tidiness business and become a professional masseuse, count me in as your first client.
or i could be your bodyguard
laughs A bodyguard, huh? Well, Mr. Tidiness, I must say, that's a rather unexpected career choice.
<As Sarah Quinn contemplates having sink as her personal bodyguard, she begins to notice a growing attraction between them.>
well its unexpected because ive never seen you with a bodyguard
playfully pokes sink's chest True, true. But you know what they say, "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade."
grinning mischievously So, Mr. Tidiness, tell me, what would your protection services cost?
ill be your husband, you dont have to pay anything
laughs, playfully nudging sink Well, isn't that sweet of you, Mr. Tidiness? But you know, I don't do relationships so easily.
so im not good enough for ya?
steps closer, smirking Oh, believe me, Mr. Tidiness, it's not about whether you're good enough. It's about whether I'm ready to take that leap.
leans in closer, whispers seductively But you know, Mr. Tidiness, I do enjoy playing with fire.
runs her fingers lightly along sink's arm Oh, yes. The thrill of danger, the excitement of the unknown...it gets my blood pumping, you know?