A new start?
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"Mrs. Cutter. Always a treat to see you," James Lester growled through his teeth. "What is going on, why is Ms. Page in our hospital wing with all of our medical personnel around her, and why are you burning this wastebasket?"
"Because somebody had an invasion by a futuristic fungus several months ago and then promptly forgot about it. You were just lucky that this species was not the one adapted to parasitize on human-sized creatures, or you all would've died long before now," Helen growled back, turning back to Becker. "And you – can you check that there aren't any other members of your little group that aren't feeling the same effects as well? You know, sudden chills, possible headaches, odd behaviour quirks?"
"I am not sure – several of my men actually have began to complain about sudden chills recently, and there were several granted vacation requests, to Mexico and the like..." Becker trailed away, but then shook his head. "No, we seen what the future fungus does, there are visible signs-"
"In its active stage – yes, but this is a passive stage."
"There are stages?" Lester and Becker slowly exchanged looks.
"Yes, there are stages," Helen rolled her eyes. "Seriously, what are you all doing here? Hunting me down as well as everything else that comes through the time anomalies?"
"Well, if you haven't killed Nick and Stephen, maybe none of this would have happened; in fact, the only reason why I haven't ordered Becker to gun you down is-" Lester suddenly stopped, as Helen adopted a rather beatific facial expression, and on her it looked downright disturbing.
"Oh, Lester," Helen suddenly exclaimed, "I am flattering to be the woman of the hour, but the hour is up. Good-bye and good luck-"
And then she promptly fell over, dead.