2167 : Walter and Michael are rushing down Oslo streets.
WALTER : Hurry up, Michael.
He is worried. His eyes are wet. Although the place should astound him, he can only feel anxiety. He's afraid an observer should appear anytime.
He becomes more and more nervous as he pierces through Oslo streets, filled with abstruse gabblings, and Michael's slowness is the icing to the whole situation. Surely, the kid deserves a moment of grieving. He just lost his father and he is about to make it permanent, since the two of them are going to erase his existence. But Walter keeps on thinking that the bolds will flood this place at any moment, having eventually understood the threat that is Humanity. His ears hurt from the plentiful gunshots that were adressed to him a few minutes earlier, and above everything, he thinks about Peter. As long as he hasn't secured Humanity's fate, his son, his step-daughter, and two great friends remain trapped in 2036, at the hands of tormentors as cruel as they are inhumane.
WALTER : How can finding this bloody research facility be that hard !
The child stops and points in a direction. He is showing a road that seems to lead to a vast avenue. The old man faintly smiles at him, his eyes on the goal, and adds :
WALTER : Still no flying cars... Let's go.
Blue Opening.