Columbus and Jacobi were two scientists with a secret: they had discovered a way to travel back in time. Being not-particularly-good people, they had selfishly kept the secret to themselves and eschewed its use as a tool for discovery and betterment in favor of time-tourism and partying. But over time they form deep disagreements over its use and potential, and after the death of the woman they had both come to love, their friendship turns to hatred, and Columbus is sent back by Jacobi to live through a series of historical disasters: on the 70th floor of the WTC on its last morning; on the ground in the city of Hiroshima on August 6th, 1945; below decks on the Titanic on its final night of its maiden voyage; and further back into the depths of history. Each trial proves more dangerous and difficult, and Columbus’s only chance to survive is to find the way out hidden in each scenario. He cannot enjoy the luxury of forethought and has no opportunity to consider the endgame of Jacobi’s maze. He must exist in his own here-and-now and keep his sanity. Over and over, he only has minutes.