I find my parents at the bath house like they said they would be. I can barely muster a smile in my concussed, exhausted state, and Dad starts panicking. He inspects me head to foot, picking out a stray glass shard here and there. Mom just smiles at me, nodding her head as if she can understand.

We got moving, walking almost an hour away to this shady looking motel where the guy at the front seemed more interested in a porno that was playing on his phone than helping us. Eventually we get the keys to the room we're staying in, thankfully with a bathroom. The room has two beds, a tv, and a kitchenette that looks like it may explode if we turn it on. The window, or what used to be a window, has a garbage bag cut in half and taped to the edges to keep the elements out.

"We have a friend who's going to set us up with a flight out of the country tomorrow," Mom explains as she sits down on one of the beds to take her shoes off. "We'll be heading to America. Hopefully it'll be far enough out of his reach that we won't have to constantly be looking over our shoulders anymore."

America..? So far away. I…

"Okay."

I can't argue with them. They're doing what they think is best, and if this timeline plays out the same way mine has, then it might be for the best. It hurts to think about leaving, not being able to see Reina and Keigo ever again, not even having the chance to run into Katsuki.

"Get some rest, Mariko. We'll take you to see a doctor in the morning."

I nod, rubbing my head before leaning over to take my shoes off. My vision spins as nausea hits me again. My throat burns, saliva dripping from my lips before the floor slaps me in the face.

"Is she okay?"

"What do you mean 'is she okay'? She has a concussion, lacerations to her arms and stomach, and a fractured rib. What the fuck happened?"

"She was at that building earlier where the Nomu attacked Endeavor and Hawks. She apparently knew what was going to happen."

That's Dad…But who is he talking to..?

"She said she's not our version of Mariko. I don't know what she's talking about. Could it be some kind of illness? Did we pass something down to her without meaning to?"

"I mean, it's possible she's compartmentalizing and putting up a front. Maybe the moving all the time is getting to her, causing it to deteriorate her mental health?"

"M'not losing my mind," I groan softly, slowly rolling onto my side and inhaling sharply from the pain. Mom immediately comes to my side, helping me sit up. I look down and see bandages and stitches in some places where the shards of glass dug too deep. My head is throbbing still, swollen and painful.

"You're awake. Thank goodness," Dad breathes, his shoulders slumping as he closes his eyes. I nod and look at the new comer, a familiar shock racing through me.

"Hey, good to see you up and moving," Zori greets me, grinning as he waves. My chest is tight as I see the familiar white gloves on his hands, dark bags under his yellow eyes. "Your parents were really worried. How are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling fine," I say carefully, glancing around the room we were in to see if I could judge whose side he was on in this timeline. "Who are you?"

"I'm Zori. I'm not a licensed medical professional or anything, but a lot of people on the lam come to me for help." He shrugs as he says this, rubbing the top of his head. His chin shifts ever so slightly and I can see a long scar starting at the base of his throat running towards the back of his neck.

He didn't get the person to turn the gun away from him…

Which means his meta ability never fully awakened.

"You're not working with the Meta Liberation Army are you?" I ask.

My parents flinch and look at me, surprised. Zori seems also taken aback but laughs, shaking his head. Relief floods me and I let out a soft sigh.

"No, not at all. Don't get me wrong, they approached me, but I'm not into that crap. I'd rather just help everyone I can as a semi-medical professional."

"Good."

"You really aren't from our timeline, are you?" Dad says slowly, sadness in his eyes. "So…who..who are you? Where's our Mariko?"

"She…I don't know how this works. I really don't," I admit, closing my eyes so I wouldn't have to look at their disappointed and sad faces. It's overwhelming just being able to feel it. "My name in my timeline is Leinei. I-"

Then everything goes black.

I'm back in the dark place staring at the doors, my heart racing in my chest. I hear Reina groaning, turning to see her sitting on an invisible chair with her head in her hands. She looks irritated, but more so bored.

"You broke a rule, Leinei," she tells me matter-of-factly. She stands up, hands behind her back, and walks over to the door I had just gone through. It's darkened now, chained up and bound tightly. "We aren't supposed to reveal our current selves. It could fracture your mind, or that version of you's mind. Wouldn't want that now would we?"

"You couldn't have told me that before hand?"

"You've never seen a time travel movie?"

Okay she has a point.

"So what now? I can't go back in and finish it?"

"Nope. That version of you was restored to her full self and has to live with the consequences of your actions now," Reina remarks, turning towards me now as the door disentigrates. "You have four more doors. Maybe more will appear if you keep going through them. Who knows?" She shrugs at the end of her statement, grinning like the cheshire cat. "Now what door will you choose next?"