The aisles of the local DIY mega-store were usually a sanctuary of predictability: wood, paint, screws, and the familiar smell of sawdust. But for Barnaby, his tweed vest pressed to perfection and his gait steady as a ticking clock, the store was currently a minefield of potential temporal catastrophes. Behind him, his apprentices and boyfriends, Leo and Sam, struggled under the weight of the specialized, chronologically-charged equipment they had gathered. They were on a desperate mission to re