Chloe could feel the pull to the child; the bonds begging her to follow her instincts and return. The war between her instincts and her sense of self raged within her. Every inch of her was in conflict, but she held fast to her conviction that Doomworld had to be undone.
It was done. Doomworld had failed. There was only one problem that still needed to be handled. I'm sure Gideon can help.
Chloe strode firmly into the med bay, "Gideon, I need you to help me get rid of the problem."
Of course Miss Kane, how would you like to proceed.
"Terminate the issue with prejudice."
I swallowed harshly as we prepared to jump. I could feel the pain in my abdomen spike, it was some of the worst pain I had ever experienced.
"Mick, you wanna do the honors? Plot a course? You earned it."
"Gideon, set a course for Aruba."
Roger that, Mr. Rory. Setting a course for Aruba, the year 2017.
"What was that?"
"This is what happens when you put Mr. Rory in charge of navigation."
In fact, it was another time-storm. It seems the disruption you created in 1916 was just the start.
"We've been ejected out of the Temporal Zone."
"Get ready for a hard landing."
"Oh, come on! Can we please go five minutes without crashing the Waverider?"
"Is everyone okay?"
"This ain't Aruba."
No, this is Los Angeles, 2017.
"Oh, boy."
"Guys. I think we broke time."
