Blood rushes in your ears. You fall backwards in the dark.
You stop falling. You open your eyes in the dark.
You're in the crystal pod, your very own coffin-sized sliver of 2177. You're reasonably sure that there's no way anyone can track your presence or hear your thoughts here, not through the two meter thick shell of dimethyltryptamine fumarate that encases you and braces the last remaining shard of your native timeline against its long-overdue collapse.
You can plot against Duncan here, even plan disruptions of primary timelines if you need to.
Plot to steal your timeslices back from Duncan
Commit to reverting the changes that got you here
Scratch off a tiny chunk of the wall for a little perspective