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Back in the Days
Summary: When every dream is her future, sometimes Angela needs to look to the past.
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She missed it. Her life before Coyote Sands. Hell, looking back, she missed her life at Coyote Sands.
She missed those days.
When she was still Banana, Bob was still Bobby, Daniel was sometimes, only sometimes and only to them, Dann-o.
When she woke up in the middle of the night because Alice was staying up late reading instead of screaming in terror at things to come.
When she obsessed over boys and the Prom and not whether or not the person they were looking for had to die.
When she still cared enough.
Before they found Carlos Mendez poring over photographs of a man who never aged, Henry Fletcher sleeping on a bench in Central Park, Victoria Pratt covered in the blood of the man they would later find out was her brother,
Before Daniel went off to war, Bob sacrificed his daughter's childhood for the greater good, Charles told himself another cigarette wouldn't hurt and didn't stop telling himself until he was diagnosed with cancer.
Before the greatest love in her life was her sister instead of Arthur Petrelli, then Nathan, then sweet little Peter.
Back when she still had a sister, and a father, and a mother.
Back in the days when all these things were just dreams.
Even now, after all she had been through, the future still scared her.
But not as much as the present.
End.