Verdict’s clear. We still can’t time-travel—that is, inside real bodies.

Turns out, the Doctor isn't real. Thanks to her.

Dancing through the shimmering night, she reaps. Reap after reap, she sends clients down memory lane. To another world, Paradise. Until she realizes that, just maybe, the Neo-Tokyo she’s created isn’t paradise.

It’s time to face the divine voices commanding her head.