Timeless
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Dear Connor Mason,
hey accept this epistolary recap as my apology.
I regarded you the way your fictitious fellow tech gurus had come to regard you: as a joke.
I was initially fooled by the content of this weeks previously onTimeless catch-up.
(Sorry again, buddy!)
The episode opens in San Antonio circa 1936, and in a flash, we know: Robert Johnson.
I say we, Connor, because I am actually not the onlyTimelessfan who lives in my house.
He is, in fact, a musicologist with a focus onJohnsons music.
I would be thrilled to introduce the two of you once youve rejoined society.
As the show hints, he concurs that it was Johnsons womanizing that ultimately got him killed.
He also appreciates the veracity of Johnsons facing-the-wall recording habit and the name of the label, Vocallion.
(Vocal lion!)
Before we find out, we find you drunk before noon.
Today is the day I finally lose control of Mason Industries, you declare.
Today, Connor Mason is officially nobody.
You spout Shakespeare and babble about Icarus descending.
And I was right!
You are the only one in the bunker who knows what happened in 1936 at the Gunter Hotel.
You are the only who knows that Don Law changed the world when he recorded Robert Johnson there.
You correctly denounce your colleagues as philistines for not knowing any of this.
Anyway, I digress!
And I agree with your larger geopolitical point!)
Flynn responds to your vom by deadpanning, Boom goes the dynamite!
and Im starting to think that Flynn is kind of adorkable for using decade-old catchphrases with such swagger.
The Lifeboat used to max out at three people, but of course it should be upgraded to four.
And who says the time travelers have gotta be the same people every time?
(Certainly not Christopher, who assigns Wyatt to the task of Total Rittenhouse Annihilation instead.
and Rufus and Lucy reply by rote, Get some clothes, steal a car.
When yall find Johnson in the hotel, you say youre British intelligence officer Lando Calrissian.
But your value isnt just about your newbie enthusiasm or your encyclopedic knowledge of all things Robert Johnson.
Your value is downrightexistential.
Because, like Johnson, youre haunted by your Faustian demons.
Ive made my own deal with the Devil.
Cost me everything I had, you tell him.
Do I walk away or fight back?
Maybe you made a deal with the Devil and maybe you didnt.
Bad lucks gonna keep chasing you until you stop, stand your ground and fight.
To hell with oblivion.
This whole time, Connor, I downplayed your significance as a man stuck in a rut.
I am sorry I didnt realize that you are actually a man in deep flux.
Speaking of fluxing, how about that Flynn and Lucy flirtation, amirite?!
I loved when she silently showed up at his door with her bottle of vodka.
Anyway, back to you, Connor.
to return to the unknown in the present.
in the background, I called that moment.
And just like I called that, Im writing this: To hell with oblivion, Connor.
And just as youve learned to forgive yourself, I hope you could forgive me.
Yours,Rose
