Hundreds of times, then thousands as she stretched time’s arrow, each body just one carriage on an infinite train, each body existing in that point of time while millions of years spread either side. She saw now that time was linear for humans, but MIs experienced it differently, their perfect recall making their past as real and relevant as their future; they relived every second over and over forever. If Four’s past contained such voids such as this, she would be forced to relive them for eternity, a gaping wound unable to heal.