A temporal psychological examination

Cerebrum was in mid-stride, walking along with Reccard, when Ceebrum suddenly appeared in his office. "Peculiar," he muttered. "This hasn't happened for at least a week."
 
Then the future Rufus appeared, lying on the couch. "And it's been two weeks since something like that happened. But, now that you're here," Cerebrum stated, pulling out his pencil and notebook. "Welcome to the temporal psychological examination. From hell! Muahahahahahahahaha!"
 
Tick
 
Cerebrum was seated on his chair and Rufus was still lying on the couch, everything was exactly the same, aside from the fact that they were plummeting downwards towards the earth from an altitude of about 10,00-0 meters .
 
"So, you're classical Freudian study, you know," Cerebrum noted. "Not very often that I come across somebody like you. How's it feel?"
 
"WE'RE 10,000 METERS ABOVE THE GROUND AND WE'RE FALLING ," Rufus screamed. "HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL?"
 
"Good, good, get out that hostility," Cerebrum stated. "Now, why does that upset you?"
 
"WHY DO YOU THINK, YOU GODDAMN QUACK!"
 
"That's enough hostility for now," Cerebrum stated.
 
Tick
 
A shell exploded nearby. It was the no-man's land in 1916. "Now, as I said, you are a clasical Freudian case," Cerebrum said, ignoring the machinegun fire and the artillery. "Tell me, how long have you wanted to murder your father and marry your mother?"