Disclaimer: Karin's future belongs to Nautilus, Midway, Aruze, whoever. Margarite's future is all me. Margarite herself belongs to one of the aforementioned companies.
If You Go Flying Back Through Time And See Somebody Else Flying Forwards Into The Future, It's Probably Best to Avoid Eye Contact
Jack Handley
Alice blinked suddenly. What the -? What was going on? She looked down at herself, recognising her old blue skirt and jacket. She was…on a train? What?
Slowly she relaxed. Of course she was on a train. Remembering the death fo her father, six months before, she looked out of the window, hiding her pain behind a mask of compliance. The Japanese army was transporting her …where?
She frowned, feeling…odd. She searched her mind for memories that were slowly dissolving, their tendrils unwrapping from her mind. She recalled a name…Yuri?
Who was…what was that name?
She looked out of the window again. Her memory of the future gone. After all, how could it be a memory if it had never happened?
Karin awoke to find herself lying on the ground. She blinked her eyes open, groaning slightly. Her head hurt. She looked up, straight into a pair of red eyes, belonging to the man leaning over her. He was gazing at her with surprise, though not displeasure. He'd found the photograph she'd dropped.
She felt happier than she ever had. Though she did not know it, she had made the same decision now as she had done once before. She had not wished to meet Jinpachiro. She had wished to find someone she could love as Alice loved Yuri.
She examined him. Yes. Those eyes…she knew them. It was him. It was like coming home.
She smiled. Now she believed in soul mates.
Margarite didn't awake, because she hadn't fallen unconscious. She simply found herself standing in the middle of an alleyway.
"Now I've lost her twice," said Margarite, sadly. She knew, though she had not seen this time, that Alice had made the same decision as Yuri, for the same reasons.
Margarite looked around herself, and nodded, satisfied. She was where she wanted to be. Back in the past now, further back than before, in the certain large country where she'd been born. She holstered her gun and walked off into the sunset.
Shall I tell you what she did next?
She searched the land for a special goblet, whose existence she had learned of from Koudelka while Alice and Karin visited Yuri's grave. The Oath Grail. She spread rumours in New York taverns of a rich Englishman in a castle in Wales. Having a pretty good time. She managed to find a young man – nineteen, younger than she was and yet older – looking for adventure, who decided to put the poor man's fear of god into the rich bastard.
And she fell in love. Well, no, not love. Not quite.
She had a child.
She came back to England then, to London. When her child was young, only two or three, she died of an illness. The Oath Grail was the only thing of value that she owned. She left it to her son.
Her son…Joshua.