Yesterday I saw a homeless man drink straight, undiluted lemon juice. Straight from the bottle. I have been trying to figure out why ever since. What horror does a man need to see in this world to drink lemon juice like that? I was so consumed by this question that it broke me. My mind was no longer my own. Hours passed and my mortal shell of a body could only rock back and forth as my husk of a mind repeated "Why the lemon juice?" Time slipped from my grasp. My friends and family despaired for my madness. I took to wonder the wilds, naked as the day I was born. Stopping only to growl and slobber at passing small animals who were unfortunate enough to meander across my path. "Why the lemon juice?"
I left this world in my distraction and passed into the realm of the fairies. Wicked spirits swam around and through my head, cackling with rotten glee. I'll never know how I came to leave the land of the fairies, truth is that I do not want to know. I cannot remember for a reason I am sure.
Next thing I know I am standing over the trembling figure of a friendly old man. A clever ruse old man! I know what you want. You asked me the time. Clearly you are planning a heist. Who else would need to know the time except for someone who was planning a daring heist to steal all the worlds lemons? God alone knows where I got the bottle of lemon juice from, maybe the fairies gave it to me as a parting gift. But I knew what it was for. I had to save the lemons and the bottle of lemon juice was how. Quickly and deftly I waterboarded the kind old man with the lemon juice. Screaming at him to "Leave the lemons alone!"
It took five strong men who happened to be in the same car park at the time to restrain me. As the old lemon thief took to run away, doused as he was in lemon juice, I knew that my only hope of catching him was to unlock all of my potential. My hands shaking, I raised the bottle of lemon juice to my own lips. I drank deeply. I drank as an infant quaffs milk. The bitterness of the lemon juice turned my very soul inside-out. Just then time stood still. With euphoric rapture I saw in an instant the events of the last day. I saw it all in perfect detail, all in the tiniest fraction of a fraction of a second. I had not seen a homeless man drink lemon juice at all. For that mans face was my own. It was I all along.

The moral of the story is that perhaps time travel is possible.

Also Hell Let Loose is pretty fun.