Blown entirely past the boundaries of regular physics by a triple-espresso dose of clover-infused energy, Blinky didn't just look at the world—he absorbed every single dimension of it simultaneously.

One eye is locked firmly on a speck of dust floating three weeks into the future, while the other is deeply concerned about a suspicious carrot peel from yesterday. He doesn't know where he's going, he doesn't know how his ears got so aerodynamic, but he is legally committed to investigating whatever is happening right behind your left shoulder.   

Where is this little space cadet destined to be stuck?