"What kind of illness have I got... and what can you do about it..?" George asks. He swallows. He tries to resist kissing her although he is so close to Annie. feeling her breathing.

Annie stands back up and pulls George up. "Time-travel illness." Annie says.

George nods. "I'm tired.." He leans against against the wall. 

"You will be okay, just keep track on your heartbeat. We could get a tiny machine that control heartbeat. It's a tiny thing, smaller than an inch." Annie tells.

George nods. "Please.." He doesn't want to feel weakness or die.. he's scared for death.