Whose role is it anyway?

It took me less than a nanosecond to formulate my next question. "So if i can time travel i can go back to the 28th of July 2007 and save my family?"

McFizzer took half a nanosecond to reply. "No."

"Why not?"

"If only it was that simple Tavis all wrong could be undone like unpicking a badly woven fabric to repair the flaw and then reweaving it making it perfect and beautiful. Nothing in life or death is ever that straightforward."

"Why?" I asked

"It just isn't Tavis." McFizzer stands and walks to the window and pulls back the curtain to reveal a wet and grey dawn. "I don't began to pretend to understand the ins and outs of all this," he continued. "It is what it is," McFizzer draws the curtain again and returns to his chair. "Firstly unless i am very much mistaken you have no means of controlling when or where you time travel, like me you are pulled around the cosmos by an invisible force only returning to your 'home time' when you have completed the task set for you."

"Task?"

"Yes - it has become clear to me over many years of travelling and conversing with other travellers that everytime i make a temporal journey (or flip as some describe it) there is a reason behind it, a reason for the chosen destination."

"So what was your reason for travelling here?" I ask.

"To save you," McFizzer looks me in the eye and smiles. "To save you Tavis. I have learnt from previous encounters that my role is to be a warrior a protector of souls and sometimes an assassin."

"But you have saved me, so why are you still here?"

"I was fully expecting to flip back to my time after i had escorted you to this place and had tended your wounds, but clearly that is not the case so i can only assume that you are still in danger and i am being held here to protect you."

I smile back at McFizzer, and ask. "What is my purpose, why was i dragged back through time to the church and the horrors that lay in wait for me?"

"I do not know," McFizzers smile dissolves and he at once looks sad and pitiful.

"What?" I ask noticing the change of his demeanor.

"I have on odd occasion met with certain souls on my travels that appear to have no other purpose than to be martyred, as if they are the pawns sacrificed for the greater cause. " McFizzer pauses when he sees the look of horror develop across my face. " But you do not have their manner," He brightens again," they are usually wretched and melancholic beings, you have spirit and anyway i would not have been dispatched across 5 centuries just to save the life of a forlorn hope."

"I trust you are right, the thought of meeting another Shaves or Drufus again doesn't fill me with joy."

"Meeting who?" McFizzer demands. "Someone else was with you and Shaves?"

"Yes, someone called Drufus, he was also dressed as a monk but he left before Shaves got medieval on me."

"Well that explains why i am still here and maybe offers a clue as to your duty in all of this. Can you walk we need to visit someone?"