Arnold's past life flashed before him. He was time-travelling and getting younger. At -43.732 years, the moment when he, alone, had achieved the first ascent of Pushbartoopen, the time-machine stopped. Flag in hand, he stepped onto the peak, only to find another climber, bending over, planting a flag on the summit.

"Hello, who are you?"

The figure straightened and turned and there before Arnold stood HIMSELF.

"Where did you come from?" both asked simultaneously.

"The future," said one.

"The past," the other.

A noise made them turn. A solo climber, flag in hand, emerged from the mist. It was Arnold!

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