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Chapter Seven: A Broken Mother

A woman sits in her room, thinking again. When she had met her future son…she was proud of him. Happy he was a super hero. Doing good. Somehow that changed. She remembers the night she got that phone call. The phone call of her son in jail. He had shot a man. That man died. Her son was fourteen at the time. But that wasn't what surprised her. She was surprised to see the man Virgil had shot. Young, sixteen, and hair red as Hell. It was Francis, the man her son was in love with. Engaged to.

Looking up, Jean wipes away a tear. She cries often. She worries about when that Virgil will return. Return to a world where he is a criminal. To a world where the two of them don't get along. To a world where Francis Jay Stone is dead…because of him.

Just as she had promised, Jean had kept Francis's backpack. She never bothered to look in it. It wasn't hers. She kept it hidden, so it wouldn't get ruined. Collecting dust as it waits for it's new owner to open it up. She sighs. Even she could tell this wasn't suppose to happen. She often wondered how this was better than that other world where Static takes over the planet. But remembers that the hero Static will return to this time. But still…

How could that man be so sure that this is better?