So my mother just finished watching
Frequency. Then proceeded to ask me if I had the power to go back in time and save her life would I? My answer= "I was raised on Star Trek". Which I would figure would be clear enough. I mean think about it. In every sci fi show that has a time travel episode the lesson is generally 'touch nothing or risk FUBARing the universe'. Hell it's part of the Prime Directive (i.e. the rules and regulations of Star Fleet). Bringing back one person doesn't just effect that person, it effects anyone and everything that person will ever have contact with. I'd go into greater detail but time travel episodes always made my head hurt. I ended up having to cobble together an explanation when she asked. I pretty much told her that I wouldn't because I couldn't possibly know that things would work out.
I do kinda believe that if you're going to dick around with a timeline it had better damn be worth it. I don't feel that she would be. I'm not sure what that says about me. Though, in retrospect, this is probably one of those conversations in which I should have lied through my teeth.
Aaaaannnnd now I feel like a bitch. Great.