He sees what was once there and what is there now.

Experiencing time as a series of moments rather than a continuous flow.

He lost her.

A past sown with memories.

Lovers, births, marriages, and deaths.

Time did an unforgiving good job well, making various layers and paths that sometimes overlapped but still kept them separate.

Without time everything happens at once.

The problem with others was that they were not her.

All that had gone before was meaningless. It was her; it had always been her.

He found her.

And now they must outrun time.