Separated as I was from everyone else in the pan-dimensional karass I was tasked with assembling, The Elders informed me that each member of this channel-changing super squad inhabited isolated nodes of space-time instead of different timelines. A timeline, I discovered, is a poor and pedestrian way of describing the densely interconnected web of past and future selves of human beings on Earth. A more apt and elegant representation would be the root system of a old growth tree or the rhizomes of certain plants.