My time machine can go to a specific time and place, so I'm going to appear in a cloud of smoke on the set of Breakfast at Tiffany's during this scene. I take her into my arms and march valiantly back into the machine, where I set the time to 2154. We step out into the peaceful future utopia and make love upon the wet morning grass, hidden from all except mother nature herself. As the hours draw to a close and the repercussions of my spacetime alterations begin to dawn on me, we say our tearful goodbyes and exchange our last glances, and I return her, unharmed, yet not unsoiled, to simpler times...