"Timeline #9865..."
The detective's voice echoed throughout the empty office. One of multiple TV screens on a shelf was the source. Her version on it was laid back, lifting a device to her mouth, and… So much blood.
As if responding to it, many other TVs lit up, each showing the same blonde – well, not the same, exactly. All of them, though, waited in silence, anxiety tangible.
"Extermination. Underworld's victory. Phoenix fell first."
Then she fell silent, motionless. The others exploded into a bustle.
"…Impossible!"
"How many times now?"
"147…"
"Y'all gonna give up? Babies!"
"Mah corn!"