She grabs Elizabeth's hand, dragging her away from the Naughts, and Jenn's -

And they're falling through time.

At least they're falling together.

Jenn isn't sure she got the lateral thing right. But she's watching for where they land.

The landing's pretty hard - Bina slams into what appears to be a washing machine knocked over on its side. There's mud on the ground, slimy and smelling of brick dust.

It's the laundromat, and it looks like there was a fight - or a chase - in here.

Also one corner, where the front wall meets the side meets the ceiling, is missing, a gaping hole lined with green. There's a little loop of red around one of the jagged edges.

That immediately gets Jenn's attention. "-Last time there wasn't a massive hole," she says.

"This is after the not-Ant..." she says, wedging herself up and looking around - and spotting the loop of red.

"Shit! We need to go - "

Jenn doesn't question it, just looks around for the best way to go.

Too late!

Past Bina, whose knees and ribs still work, climbs out of the hole. 

"Me?" she asks, smiling.

"Me!" current Bina groans, distinctly not smiling.

And past Bina has a teenager on her back, who looks around, and grins.

"This is bad, isn't it." It isn't a question.

Current Bina makes a high pitched noise, just. Waiting for her brain to start melting.

Except nothing happens for several long moments.

...The sensation of being embarrassed at something you're going to do to your past self in her future is. Weird. Bina's sorry about the knees. Really.

And - no.

No no no no no!

She's blushing, why is she blushing! She's about to be splattered by temporal paradox and the last thing she's going to do will be blush!!!

"Uhhhhh, so I'm guessing this wasn't supposed to happen?" poor innocent past Bina asks.

"Crap! I don't remember any of this!" current Bina manages.

Past Bina finishes climbing out of the hole, and lets Ant down, then siddles up to her future self. "Soooo, who's that?" she asks, pointing at Jenn. "She's really cute!" Then a pause, while future Bina sort of looks like she wants the floor to swallow her already: "So is this the part of the dream where I make out with a cute girl? Please tell me this's that part of the dream, the earlier part kinda sucked. Or me, that'd be new - Oh, or I can watch you two make out - "

Future Bina makes a noise that rises several octaves in a second.

Ant literally squeaks - apparently ey thinks this is completely adorable.

Jenn doesn't quite seem to know what to do with this. "Uh. Okay. You're not collapsing like you've changed something, so...this apparently happened?"

"I think - and this isn't a dream!" Future Bina says.

"That's what a dream would say," Past Bina points out.

"No - this is real, it's - time travel - " Future Bina grabs Past Bina's shirt - 

"A dream'd say that too - uh, I don't feel too well - " Past Bina says, blood beginning to leak out her nose right before she collapses.

Future Bina catches her. "Crap! Fantastic time to go unconscious, past-me!" she says. "Jenn, help me with her - "

"Shhhhhh - " Elizabeth says. "Guys. Might have a bigger problem." She points to the other end of the laundromat.

Jenn does immediately move to help Bina support...well. Herself? Even as she looks and-

-and the Not-Ant is staring at them, unnervingly still...

No. Not quite still. Empty gaze flickering from Past-Bina, to Future-Bina, to Ant-Ant...

-And Ant is staring back.

She pushes past her into Jenn's arms. "Put her on the bench, facing towards the window - "

And runs over to the hole, jumping up and grabbing the scarf - 

Then throwing a flashlight at the not-Ant. "Hey! Ugly! Over here!" she yells.

Ant hesitates for the briefest moment before lunging at not-em.

-Which barely slows it down as it lunges after Bina.

"Godsdamnit," Jenn yells.

She would like to note her plan is not as stupid as it looks.

She's gotten not-Ant's attention - and not-Ant has momentum, while Bina has a magic scarf anchored to the laundromat. All she needs to do is jump, holding onto the scarf, and swing out of not-Ant's way, like so, and not-Ant will go sailing past her -