Heroes have, for centuries, been thought of as people who fly above cities and deliver others from danger. I know that's not true, but I wish it was. I know how broken the universe has become since I was born. Sometimes I wonder if it's partially my fault. I had been there. I should have stopped the Nietzcheans. If I had only seen what was coming I could've been better prepared, but I hadn't and I wasn't. At least I have a second chance. I can help restore the Commonwealth and try to drive the bad from the universe, even though I haven't done the best job so far. Beka and Tyr are gone.missing. Harper's locked himself in his room and refuses to talk to anyone, including Rommie. He needs to be comforted but I'm a lot more worried about someone else at the moment. The one person who can possibly put up a small defense against the evil that's to come may be about to make a terrible mistake. The vision of red is fresh in my memory as I jog hurriedly to their quarters. I open the door and am filled with relief at that sight that greets me. Dylan's sleeping peacefully in his bed. As I creep quietly to him he mumbles something incoherent from his dreams. I sigh as a way to release my pent up tension. The future I had seen hadn't played itself out, but just to be sure I walk to the future hero's nightstand and put the razor that's lying there in my pocket. I smile weakly to myself as I watch him sleep. He's going to need his rest when he faces what's to come.

"We'll get them back Dylan," I say softly as I leave. "In every future I can see, we get them back."