Etiquette

I’m currently burning in Hell for tripping

some doomsday wire, destroying Earth. The ardor’s more

like indigestion from ghost peppers than anything,

but to ache like this forever . . . Yeesh. And besides that,

I’m asked every night to defuse

a time bomb, my instruction manual

in blindingly white

print. I always screw up,

but that’s not important. My archrival, the Antichrist

of card sharks, has located a rune on Mars

that can send her back in time

and to Pensacola, Florida. Now, question:

If my life on Earth is restored via time travel,

am I still burning in Hell? It is eternity, after all.

And a follow-up:

If I’m out of Hell, does that mean I have

to send out a bunch of apology letters?