To continue, after the whole Carrie Fisher thing is done and over with, my next conquest would be Jennifer Connelly. Having had my fill of gorgeous young actresses for a while, I'd go back and save Anne Frank while she is hiding with her family in the secret annex. Once she and her family are safe and sound, I'd be off to woo and marry Emily Dickenson (surely she can't be as ugly as paintings depict her, and I have always been in love with her, so that doesn't really matter). After many (okay, a few) wonderful years with my lovely (or perhaps not so lovely) Emily, I'll fake my death or find some way of getting away and move on to win the heart of Emily Bronte; if she won't have me, Charlotte will do. But no way I'd settle for Anne... From there, I'd probably move on to make a pass at Jane Austin, but wouldn't dare try anything there.
Once I've met all of them, no women could ever compare, so I'd give up such futile pursuits and move on to more important things. I'd go see the dinosaurs and maybe even dare to checkout the beginning of the universe, or as near to it as I could get. I'd go and meet Nikola Tesla, for sure. I'd go (cautiously) check out H. H. Holmes' Murder Castle, and probably expose him or put him away quietly. I'd go meet C.S. Lewis, H.G. Wells, and George Orwell some time before they are too famous and are more accessible.
I'd also go back to the late 1600's and do some extensive poking around at the Paris Opera house, especially in search of the alleged catacombs, maybe even go back a bit further and check out its construction, then jump ahead and witness one of the major fires that happened there.
