It must have been my wish, I thought. My birthday wish. After Tara tripped me and I fell on my cake, I wished I could go back in time and start my birthday all over again. Somehow my wish came true. Wow! I thought. This is kind of cool.
So Tara has never been born. I suppose there’s some way to go back in time to get her, right? I guess I probably ought to do that. And I will . . . one of these days. —“The Cuckoo Clock of Doom”