After the brief meeting with the twins, Future-Isaac decided it was time for them to move. Bringing in a truck he had nearby, they moved the time machine into the trailer behind it, and Future-Isaac started to drive them towards the "New Center". On the way, he began to explain the situation of the current future.

"As you saw in the time-stream," He explained, "someone from another future, the "proper future", I'll say, travelled back into time, and presumably, busted Octavia out of the Center holding cells. While I'm at that point, I'll say this: I eventually agreed with M.O.M, albeit reluctantly, to leave searching for Octavia to Martin and Diana."

"The reason was obvious," Olivia stated to her son from the future, "I felt that you would take the search too personally, and considering how you went after Sousuke, you might have wanted to kill Octavia as well."

"M.O.M," Isaac protested, "I know I hate Octavia as much as Sousuke, but to assume that-"

"She was right to make that assumption," his future self stated, "because if I had been with Martin and Diana, I really would have killed Octavia."

Isaac was flummoxed; he just got contradicted by himself. M.O.M was equally flummoxed. "What do you mean?"

The older Isaac glanced at her for a moment. "Martin and Diana found Octavia two weeks after they were sent searching for her. But by then, they were too late. Octavia wasn't just broken out of prison; she was also given technology that was twenty years ahead of time, even by Center standards."

"What kind of technology do you mean?" Olivia asked.

"Instantaneous cloning, for one," Isaac stated, "which allowed her to produce an army of hybrid monsters, far more powerful than anything Octavia was able to make at the time. She even made a second Ultimate Monster, even more improved over the original."

Olivia and Present-Isaac gasped. Isaac heard the damage that one monster did; how could the Center have survived against two of such beasts? M.O.M also wondered how Octavia could have possibly...?

"She found a way to bring the original out of the dimension that Martin and...Diana, sent it to," Isaac explained, answering her question, "and using the original as a template, created a new monster, without the weaknesses of the original, and then some."

"What happened?" Present-Isaac asked.

"...A massacre," Marcus put in, and M.O.M and Isaac looked at him. "At least, that is how Mom-" He glanced at Olivia, and quickly at Isaac, "not M.O.M as in Center head, but my Mom, described it as."

Before Marcus could continue, Isaac picked up the explanation. To M.O.M, it seemed that he didn't want Marcus to say something. "Diana and Martin could do nothing, having been captured and bound, and were forced to watch from a screen as Octavia's army of monsters ripped through the Center, and everyone who was there at the time. ...She nearly got the three of us too."

"'The three of us'...?" Olivia inquired.

"Grandpa was with Grandma and Dad," Mia continued. "It was the first time since the Miyabe incident since the three of you were together...well, at least Grandma and Grandpa."

"What do you mean," Isaac asked.

"Your father came to check up on you right after the incident was over," M.O.M explained. "He was as devastated as I was. I couldn't blame him for negligence, since he was at a job, which left you to fend for yourself."

"...Why wasn't I told?" Isaac asked, feeling hurt. "Above that, why were you two nowhere around when I woke up out of that coma I fell into?"

Future-Isaac looked at his younger self. "They felt they had no right to. They believed they failed as parents to you. They both blamed themselves for their negligence. At least, that is what I was told...on that fateful day before the attack."

Isaac averted his eyes, and looked out at the barren land-scape. On the day his parents told him that, was the day life went to Hell. He understood now, why M.O.M was right about not letting him go with Martin and Diana. He felt like wanting to kill Octavia himself now.

"During the attack," Isaac continued, "even the C.O.R.E computer was obliterated. But not by Octavia..." He looked over at M.O.M. "...You blew it up yourself."

"I destroyed the C.O.R.E?" Olivia yelled out in astonishment, which very nearly caused her shocked son from the future to veer off from the road.

"For heaven's sake, Mother," Isaac stated, "don't do that again!"

"S-sorry," M.O.M stuttered, "But I just don't understand why I destroyed the C.O.R.E on that day. That is literally the heart of the Center; the literal center of every piece of technology connected to the Center network, and..."

"That is why you destroyed it," Marcus stated, finishing Olivia's own realization. "You did it to save all the other Center agents not at the Center at the time. If Octavia got a hold of it, she could have hunted them all down, and rendered the Center non-existent."

Olivia looked at Marcus, and he saw there was a sad look in her eyes. He didn't even bother with that to know what she was thinking – he realized that she knew. "I see that...you take after your mother's side."

Marcus silently nodded, and Present-Isaac looked upon the scene in confusion. What is going on? Before he could ponder further, his future self continued. "To say Octavia was angry about you doing that was an under-statement. What followed after that..."

"What happened?" Olivia asked.

"...I'll leave that to you to explain, Mother."

After that, nothing was said for the remainder of the day, and as Olivia and Isaac slept through that night, Future-Isaac continued driving. When they woke up, they were shocked to find an all too familiar sight. It was the small house in the country-side where Harold and Isaac used to live when Isaac was younger, before Harold began travelling around for jobs...it was the house where he first met Diana. There were some changes though, and to just say that would be an understatement, as Marcus explained.

"Cloaking technology, jamming technology, you name it. This little set of houses is fortified to avoid any kind of connection. We can even phase out of this dimension if we'd like to." That was part of what he explained.

Present-Isaac noted that his son talked about all these technologies as if he were an excited kid explaining how a new toy works. He only knew of one man who could set all this up.

"So...Colin's alive?" Isaac said hopefully.

"Alive and well," Mia stated, and became solemn. "...Out of the oldest of us, he's lasted the best through these years."

"What do you mean?" Isaac asked, as they stepped into the house.

"We'll take it from here," a voice called, ending the talk and two figures stepped out into the open. Both the past M.O.M and Isaac were slightly startled by the newcomers' appearance; they were M.O.M and Harold, and neither of them was exactly in perfect shape. "Harold," M.O.M said in shock, looking at her husband's leg, "your…leg, it's…"

"No longer flesh," Harold said, kneeling down to hold his now robotic leg. "Shortly after the attack when my leg was injured, it was found to be in too bad of shape to be usable, so…it was removed and replaced."

M.O.M went over to Harold's future self, and started to engage in conversation, and Isaac turned his attention to his mother, and he nearly broke down in tears, because in this time, his mother was bound to a wheelchair, and Octavia was to blame. "M-mom," he asked sorrowfully.

"Yes," She said, "I am not exactly in the best condition at the moment. I wasn't as lucky as Harold was…there's no way to repair or replace the damage done to me."

A burning anger for Octavia surfaced in Isaac, and he knelt down to the chair, and with tears in his eyes, hugged his mother's future self. "Mother," he said, "I swear, I will stop this time from ever happening. I don't want…to live the next twenty-one years…knowing that I've failed you."

"No Isaac," a voice said, "I was the one who failed your mother."

Isaac looked up, and found standing behind the wheelchair a tall, gruff looking man with a sharp face, brown eyes, blond hair and a small beard. Isaac quickly did a comparison, and realized who it was, although the base personality changed dramatically. "Martin," Isaac said, wiping away the tears, looking at the man, "is that you?"

"Surprised, are you," he said with a chuckle. Nope, he barely has changed. "Let me guess, a bit more grown-up than you expected?"

"Considering the time period I'm from yes. The last time I saw you, I just sent you flying for that same old comment about my hair."

"Well, twenty-one years of pain and being on the run can do that to a kid as jolly as me once." Martin's face became solemn, as if in bitter memory.

"Martin," Isaac said silently. He never saw Martin with such an expression on his face in the present. He realized that to do such a thing to Martin, he must have gone through Hell as well. His thoughts then drifted to the house he was in, and the two houses beside it.

"You said this was the New Center, right?" Isaac asked.

"That's right," Martin stated.

"But..." he asked, fearful of the answer, "the Center is supposed to be a giant organization, with thousands of agents and employees, on and off-world, and-"

"That is because..." Harold stated, with a sad tone in his voice. "...Along with the people living in these three houses...and Colin's group in Japan...we are all that is left of the Center."