"She is quite... Magnificent. Both of them." It is hard for the Polish man to feel so many wildly conflicting feelings about the two Rogues. He and Charles watched the older and more experienced one train and direct a team Danger Room session from high above. Between her powers and all the different people she'd absorbed, she had a lot to teach. The younger Rogue made the man weary, for she reminded him of his daughter. Cold. Unforgiving. Able to accomplish whatever it was to be done. An excellent soldier that had even gotten her hands on him. She was someone to watch. This woman who had appeared to them, though. She had disarmed him completely. Showed him glimpses of a new life. Of feelings he hadn't returned to since the mother of his children passed away.

The bald man does not seem disturbed by him coming to terms with these feelings. He'd never cross the line with his Rogue or any of his other students. This variant was a woman, one with many means and defenses to keep anyone she didn't want around her, away. Whatever had happened in conversation several days ago had dared Erik to dream. Before he embarked on his totalitarian journey, he dreamt of a nation. A place for mutantkind to live. A place of their own. What better way to atone for his missteps?

"Yes. Maybe, I am a naive, old fool. But, I can't help to believe she came here... To us for a reason. Maybe for her, too." To prepare for their future or to reflect on their lives lived. Even the precocious southerner he'd been taking care of for a while. She was oddly at peace with her variant, secure in her relationship with her friends and slowly making one with her. He saw clearly there was much they could teach one another. One, about her own latent strength. The other, how to open up and be more vulnerable than she ever had in a short life.

"You have shown me it is not naive to dream, Charles. Nor, to hope for better."

Jean, Ororo, and Anna Marie all lowered to the floor of the Danger Room, smiling and breathing heavily. When they flew together, it felt like they'd known each other all their lives. "You guys did great! Expert fliers, just how Ah remember ya! Thanks for indulgin' in what this old gal had to offer."

"It is us who should thank you, for offering your help." The weather goddess gushes, enamored with this cheery and open Rogue. She certainly didn't want hers to change, but if she could ever feel so relaxed and free, she'll feel as if she's done her job as a teacher. She had clearly imprinted on this woman in their own time; she revered her and Jean like dear sisters. Sort of like a big sister to the whole school, even one reluctant goth.

"So many things I do, but I hadn't thought about testing my flight in a long time. I don't think we can fly like you, though." The redhead notices when Anna Marie's smile faltered. She's just aching for the woman to confide in her, to explain what had happened in her time that led her there. But, she wasn't ready. For as friendly and agreeable as she'd been, she still held a lot inside (like somebody else she knew). The comparisons between the two were endlessly fascinating as the southerner anchored her hands on her black uniform with an emerald stripe up the middle.

"Aw, shucks. Ah barely think about it, anymore." Her smile widens when Kurt teleported near, his tail swishing in anticipation.

"Me, next! Me, next!" This version of his sibling is so strong, he can scamper along her arms like a cat or a squirrel. It always makes her laugh as he ported back to the ground, smiling.

"Gosh, Nightcrawler. Your bones must be hollow, like a bird's. You're so light! Not that the other you isn't, but Ah reckon Ah can't teach ya much about 'portin'." She ruffled his hair affectionately as she wondered how her other sibling was doing, back home.

"Yeah! Or me! You said I'm not at your mansion, back home..." Kitty playfully phased through the ground and the strong-built woman with a laugh and to Piotr's amusement.

"Your power never gets old, Kitty. Ah bet you would just fascinate my professor. But, what Ah really can't believe is how dang smart ya are!" The praise makes the kid genius blush when she realizes this Rogue has noticed how she's always tinkering and building creations. Reading with Hank and helping the professor with Cerebro. When she moved, she beckoned to the steel giant behind her. Their strengths were almost similarly matched.

With a grunt, the Russian gripped his hands with hers and struggled to push her back. It was like trying to gain ground against the Juggernaut as she grunted in effort for one of the first times since she appeared. "Your power is your strength..." Piotr cried out in surprise when she lifted him up with ease, leaving one boot of his uniform precariously balancing on her hand. "If you can up your agility, you'll be unstoppable, Colossus." She tossed him overhead and he managed to flip and land on his feet with some effort. Rogue and Remy watched, seated with their backs against the wall as everyone began sparring, playfully. They hadn't seen everyone this excited for the Danger Room in a long while.

"Sure you feel okay with all this?" The thief couldn't see why not, but he always wanted insight to the girl's feelings. For all her groaning and scoffing, she was sensitive. And definitely a little more pensive than usual after seeing her mother. He wouldn't blame her for feeling insecure or in a way she couldn't describe. He watched as her posture loosened, for a change, her arms leaning against her knees in uniform.

"Surprisingly... Yeah. We're different but... Somehow, Ah understand her. Why she wants to protect us, spare us. Ah can't even imagine how Ah'd feel if Ah ended up somewhere else. Besides, between all of us..." She watched as Hank threw his head back in laughter, Kitty chasing after Kurt as training devolved into a competitive game of tag. Everyone seemed to smile more with Anna Marie around, even Logan as he watched in seeming amusement from the background. "We'll get her home. It's what we do. Don't need to make this any harder than it probably is." He can smell embarrassment as her eyes darted around the Danger Room. "And her powers are pretty cool, whatever the heck they are."

"Bon, chére." The girl he had met (and some say stalked) had been suspicious and pessimistic. And with good reason. He is grateful for her growth and for not letting unforeseen circumstances drag them apart. He would certainly have understood if they did. "She is very beautiful. Gambit like her, a lot. But..." He took the opportunity of chaos to snake an arm around a narrow waist and hold her stare with black eyes. If only to feel the girl's warmth now that she allowed him to. "Nothin' make me feel like I do now. Like... Like I stole a treasure findin' you."

"Flatterer." But, her face was leaning dangerously close to his despite the full room.

"Gumbo," Logan had one hand of claws popped in obvious agitation (and to the snickers of watching mutants and one red-faced leader). "Why don't you go next." The cajun is about to stand and oblige when Scott moved forward with a serious expression. He couldn't make her share details about her time or their potential future, but she could make them stronger before leaving.

"No, let me. Anything you've got to show me... I wanna hear it." He cracked his knuckles in anticipation, earning the woman's full attention. "You said I'm good for my age. I want to be good, period. The best." Jean mused about how only her boyfriend could have a complex about not being as experienced an X-Man as his older counterpart, but it was why she loved him so. His dogged work ethic and conscientious nature had made him endeared to her as he stood in front of Anna Marie like a soldier. "I have to be."

"Okay, okay. At ease, soldier." The woman is clearly wistful as she reflected on her leader, always fighting to be the best one he could even with everything always happening. Most of it to him. Her cropped jacket jingled as she stood opposite of him and thought of her training sessions. They were nothing like the ones here. "We can spar like we do at home. Don't worry, Ah'll hold back. You shouldn't." Only his unleashed blast could singe her skin, one of her fists pounding the other in anticipation. In mere seconds, she is nearly nose to nose with the X-Man. "Think, Scott!" His optic blast is delayed by surprise, the southern woman turning on a dime and jetting towards a wall in flight. "What do you do when someone's faster than you? Stronger than you?"

He'd been in those situations many times. Before he could orient himself and aim with dim sight, she had turned and rocketed off in another direction. She flew unlike any other mutant he'd ever seen. He fired an array of blasts but she dodged them easily, stumbling when she punched a massive crater into the ground. "Stop usin' your mutation as a weapon. Use it as an extension of your body! As natural as walkin'! Breathin'!" With that, she grabbed the leader and tossed him nearly as high as the ceiling. Both Jean and Ororo gasp, moving on instinct to rise to catch him.

"No," Logan held out a hand and stared up, intrigued with what she was trying to show him. He had far progressed past his training, but that didn't mean he couldn't learn. "Let her go."

As the height sinks in to Scott, so do her words as he turned his visor on full blast and used it to slow his rapid descent into one he could control. 'Exactly,' Anna Marie thought, satisfied when he landed safely on the ground.

"Now, think fast!" Catching on, the shaded-man fired a rapid shot at the wall to shoot out of the way of her flight. When she pursued him, still, he shot the ground to use the debris as cover. When the dust cleared, the woman was smirking. "See what Ah mean?"

"Yes... Thank you." His blast could be another limb once he trained enough, standing in the approving stares of his teammates.

"Keep trainin', stay focused, and enjoy yourself every once and a while. While you are still young..." There was no point in racing to a future that could be as bad as hers. She turned her stare to where the other version was sitting, beside Gambit. Thankfully, the two were very different. He made her stomach sink when she looked at him, but he was not his splitting image. Younger, lankier, and even more easy going. "What about you, Ah seen your hand to hand. Ah usually bust my way through things." The cajun marveled as the woman took a Savate stance, the goth slowly creaking to her feet. "Let's see if Ah can hold my own."

"Been trainin' since Ah was five or six," Rogue explains to astounded stares. Remy followed behind her closely, with a grin. "Ya might n-" An ear shattering blast interrupts the sentence and leaves smoke pouring into the basement training room. Spiraling, Ororo flew high above the smog and strained to see that everyone was in tact. Her chest heaving, she stuggled to see signs of life.

"Jean?! Scott?! Rogue? Gambit!" It takes a painful moment for anyone to answer, the weather priestess' mind taking a dark trip. Logan manages to move some debris off of him with Piotr's help, both of their eyes straining for Kitty. When the smoke clears more she can see that Jean had shielded herself and her boyfriend in just the knick of time. Her eyes are bulging, though. Her telepathy is scrambled by the frantic thoughts of those around her (and a terrifying silence from a few).

"Everyone-" Erik had already encased Charles with metal to shield him and descended from the sky, his face pulled tight. Whoever had infiltrated the Danger Room was not to be underestimated. Ororo lands on the ground quickly when she spied Kitty, Kurt, and Bobby all luckily unharmed. The shortest of the three ran into her arms, her eyes prying for other friends (and also for their dangerous attacker). "Is everyone alright?! What was that?!"

"Rogue! Gambit! Anna Marie!" Scott can still hardly see, his ears ringing and his heart hammering in his throat when he realizes this phenomena could have disappeared any one of them. The New Orleans native had been repelled back into the wall in a daze. The wall beside him is gouged out, the explosion had happened right beside him. And the pale goth. Kitty and Kurt go running when they see a brown glove poking from under the rubble. When Remy does not see the other southerner above ground, he struggled to his feet and joined them, his vision spinning from the impact. He dug furiously through the shattered wall and metal even as the phasing mutant disappeared deftly inside.

"Here, I got her!" The small brunette sounds close to tears, her old roommate still in her arms. The force from the blast had given her a nasty wound on her temple, weeping blood as the teleporter gasped in horror. "She's knocked out."

"She's okay," Logan bites out after little investigating. She was alive, but deeply unconscious as the thief carefully stabilized her neck with shaking hands. "Elf-"

"Having this lovely party without me?" The feral's claws were unsheathed in an instant, ready to murder when he hears a smug voice all around them. He sees giant pauldrons on the silhouette moving painfully slow through the smoke. He already knows who is coming, but several gasp in shock when a pasty, white face was revealed. His hair was long and stringy like Sabretooth's. And his teeth were probably just as sharp as he grinned in glee, like a shark coming to eat chum. They were so young. So full of hope. He'd be feasting here for a long while as dark blue armor glinted under sterile lights. "You mean, none of you were expecting me? Poor preparation, if I do say so, myself."

Kitty and Kurt could cry when the New Orleans ushered them back with a snarl. His hands were trembling. "Go. Get her out of here. All of you!" When Jubilee is the first to move with sparkling hands, he cursed and grabbed half of his card deck. Mr. Sinister deflects her with relative ease, thunder clapping loudly in the Danger Room as Storm readied herself for battle.

"This is only the first time for all of you." The scientist warns, staring right through Scott's visor into his eyes. Imagining the fear and disbelief in them (especially when he realizes that Charles was well aware of his existence and never told him). The shaded-man placed a hand on his visor, his mouth in a snarl.

"I don't care who the hell you are!"

"Scott," Jean can't stop her boyfriend from firing a particularly strong optic blast at the demon in front of them, but it sailed right through like he was Kitty. 'He's so powerful... My telepathy, I can do nothing-'

"Don't worry, son. You'll learn." The psychic and leader are repelled hard into the wall, right as Logan and Remy leapt for the geneticist. He dodges claws and exploding cards with relative ease, more a specter than anyone else they'd seen. "Gambit, I thought you of all people knew better." Right when Scott helped Jean to stand, their two teammates were sent sprawling at their feet. "I didn't come here to fight. I came for science. You've got a specimen I've really been wanting." When a dead stare landed on the goth, crumpled in the phasing mutant's arms, Kurt took the most defensive stance he could muster. Piotr tries to attack next, but his massive shoulder flies right through Sinister and into the wall.

Anna Marie erupted from debris with a snarl, ready to pay the attack forward when she laid eyes on him. He'd promised to follow her, but she's still not ready as her hands clammed up. All of the planning, and suffering. All to eradicate their race. The monster didn't even remember why he was causing the destruction he'd caused. All logic and reason are quickly leaving her head as she remembers. She remembers watching them die. All of her allies. All of her kind. All of the men she loved. Probably millions, massacred. "I feel you," He guffaws as tears silently streamed down the X-Man's face. "Stewing over there... Why, this is all your fault. You brought me to them!"

"Marie, keep your head on straight!" The feral barks, helping the thief stand on weak knees. This scientist was probably one of few foes who could actually hurt her, despite invulnerability. And he knows that he sent her to them for a reason. It was all becoming clear as the southern X-Man went disturbingly numb. Sinister was forgetting she didn't have much to go back to, and every reason to destroy him.

'He's baiting you, Rogue! Don't do it! Please!' Charles is helpless watching from the observatory deck in horror as she zipped to him like a missile. But, her assault is halted when he easily infiltrates her mind, an armor-covered fist raised. Her head was rife with painful memories and trauma; some her own and some collected in her life as an X-Man. Her resulting scream makes Ororo fire a stream of lightning for the evil scientist. This is easily reflected by a shattered chunk of wall. Logan moves quickly and catches her when she sailed out of the sky. "Your mind is hanging together by thin threads, and yet you insist on trying to attack me... Pathetic. All of you." An exploding card eats away a chunk of navy armor that quickly regenerates, Sinister scowling in his former henchman's direction. Soon, Kurt and Kitty can only watch as Remy collapsed to his knees, screaming in agony. Horrible memories, all jostled to the forefront of his mind.

The pressure in her head was too great, but still, the southern woman clawed at the floor to drag herself closer to him. Her gloves abandoned as she stared hatefully from the ground. Remy's last moments... Erik's last moments... Taken, all for his entertainment. They deserved better. She should've saved them.

"I feel you too, Jean. You're strong, but not strong enough to get past my mental barriers. Not yet, anyway." With a shriek, she is sent careening hard into her boyfriend after viciously trying to bulldoze his head. "Charles should've pushed your training harder." Mr. Sinister almost doesn't notice when a light, compact body landed on his back. Her eyes dead, Laura was mercilessly hacking through armor to get to mutated skin. She could heal faster than anyone else in the school, she would keep going until nothing was left. She hisses like a scorned cat when he flings her off of him, but sets upon him again to his annoyance.

"We can do this all day, bub." Logan says, healing cuts and nicks as he prepares to be fighting for a long while. 'We'll heal... But, everyone else is in real danger.' He retracts his claws however when his clone is flung like a projectile at him.

"It should be a crime to be this boring. Science has already gotten the best out of you," The geneticist laughs when Magneto descends from above, eyes glowing yellow. He doesn't move as the metal surrounding them begins to rattle. Then, shards of shattered wall began nicking and scuffing armor. "Don't make me laugh."

"You will regret coming here."

"Will I?" Kitty and Kurt watching in horror as even the powerful magnet mutant is brought to his knees, unable to command metal with Sinister in his mind. "There's nothing in this school... In this world that will protect what I want from me." The scientist stepped forward until he was right in front of the Polish man, savoring the moment of seeing him defeated. On his knees, the great liberator of mutant kind.

"Guess again." Through sheer will and tenacity, not only had Anna Marie forced herself to her feet, but to touch the mutate in front of her. Her skin met with the scientist's to the terror of the mutants watching. There's no telling what something like Sinister would do her base mutation (or how they would stop her if his psyche took over).

"Anna, NO-" Remy is forced to watch as hundreds of years flooded her in rapid succession. The ugliness. The evil. Tons of other worlds that he'd already desecrated. Her mouth opened in a silent scream of horror as he finally collapsed to the ground.

"W-What the hell is he? What is it?!" Scott shouts when it is clear their ally is not alright. The look in her eye is as wild as when Rogue's psyches took over. She can barely remember where she is or who she is as she looks around the room and then to her own hands. He'd been butchering mutants and humans for hundreds of years. Chased from place to place and into hiding from blasphemous research. He'd found the secrets to life. Death. Time. Erik stands quickly, unnerved by how easily Sinister got through his mental barriers and what he was doing to the sanctity of her mind. Charles may not be strong enough to help her as she rose to the air, eyes wide.

"No... No! Shut up... Stop it. STOP! AAAAAAGHHHHHHHH-"

"Rogue! It is okay! It is only in your head!" Logan stops Ororo from flying after her when she slammed into reinforced walls, desperate to outrun the depravity now trapped inside her. She is able to do so much damage just with her body, like a bomb as she rocketed from wall to wall, and then the ceiling. "You are safe! With us! Focus on my voice!"

"No, darlin'. She's way too strong, like that. Let her push me around until it passes!" The feral frowned when Jean began groaning, just from sensing the overflow of their friend's mind.

"No... This is different. Sinister isn't human, he isn't mutant... He's something else! Her mutation can't take it! It's rejecting the absorption!" Scott can't remember a time his other half looked so utterly distraught. Imagining the damage the geneticist could've done to her has her frantic, watching helplessly as she slammed her body to get the images from her head. Piotr reluctantly scooped the pale teen from Kitty's arms at the urging of the professor.

'Get her to the infirmary, we must keep her away from here until Sinister is subdued!'

"Katya... Kurt. Come with Piotr, away from danger. Our friends will help Anna."

"B-But..." The blue mutant just can't bring himself to, attuned and upset at his other sibling's suffering. He can only imagine what she's seen. What made her scream in a way he'd never heard before. The way Sinister had looked at the pale orphan, unconscious in the Russian's arms. He'd never seen anything like it, even when they faced Apocalypse. "I cannot just leave her..."

"M-Mama never wanted me, never loved me! They only wanted Charles! I'll show 'em! I'll be strong! NOOOOOOOOOO-" Soon, dozens of craters littered the Danger Room's indestructible material as Anna Marie swung for her life, the walls closing in around her. Why did she remember the 1700's? So many Charles'? So many teams of X-Men, most laying at the evil man's feet. Why did the professor agree to work with him in some realities? Was it true? Could her own mind be trusted?

'Jean, you will not be able to bear seeing images of another time. Please, I am begging you... A box like this can never be unopened, again!'

'She needs our help, professor. She touched Sinister to save us! I can't watch her suffer like this, I'll do only what I have to!'

'Jean! You don't underst-'

Everything went so green. Rogue can't hear. She can't see through all the smog. She barely feels the earth shake as the phenom stomps, destroying so much with every step. History. Civilization. Dust beneath its feet. Everywhere around her, the laser erases mutants she once knew. The innocent. The harmless. Those that could never really pose a threat to the human way of life.

All they wanted was a home. A place where they could be what the were meant to be.

How many were eradicated? Hundreds? Thousands? It feels like so much more as Rogue can only watch. Wonder, why she was still standing there when others cannot. Why she remained among the rubble. The remnants of lives and broken dreams. The mutant condition. In agonizing seconds, Jean feels it all. What sent her teammate on a suicide mission after Sinister. What drove her to the skies and away from her strange home, where she didn't belong. She'd meant to suppress rampant psyches, but all she feels is the death and carnage locked inside of Rogue's head. Stirred by the malevolent psyche now residing there.

'No!'

Jean is overwhelmed in an instant, last thoughts and gasps flooding her body as she desperately tried to escape her friend's tortured mind. There were so many. Hundreds of thousands. Millions of lives snuffed in one moment of carnage. Millions of dying and dead dreams fill the psychic's veins. She can feel their fear. Their agony. Their dying rage as sentinels erased so much of her population. So much while the world watched. While the world did nothing.

'No... NO! Where were we?! HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN?!'

Scott tried to brace his girlfriend when she looks ready to pop with psychic energy. It wasn't just her telepathy they had to worry about, but deep, empathetic powers. She was feeling what their teammate felt, and he can see from the look in her eyes that it was horrible. Unthinkable. The Danger Room began to rumble as Anna Marie finally collapsed to the ground, shaking and gasping as her mind flung from memory, to memory.

"N-No... Stop. Please. G-Gambit..."

"Jean. Look at me. We're in the Danger Room. At the mansion. What you're seeing... It isn't-" A bright flare of light knocks Scott into Bobby, Jubilee, and Ororo as the redheaded psychic rose to the air. The look on her face is like none they'd ever seen as the room continued to shake. Tears dragged mascara down the telepath's face, so utterly overwhelmed with what she now knew. Everything, all at once. Genosha (which was only a thought in the magnet mutant's mind right now) wouldn't be the last of their genocides. She'd take their world apart and put it back together before she ever allowed this to come to pass. She'd take Sinister to the ends of the cosmos and abandon him there. Anything she had to to protect the people and life that she loved so much. "Jean!"

A stream of light tore through multiple floors and cascaded around the psychic, eyes blank as she stared at the stirring scientist. The X-Men always followed his plans so willingly and without fail. Even deposed on the ground, he smiled as the woman began to glow. Her hair floated upwards ominously, and then her uniform began to change color. "Yes... YES!"

The green V of her X-Suit became a shining yellow, the rest a glowing red. Like embers. Like the fire of her justice that Sinister was about to receive.

"I felt them. Every last one of them. Their dying thoughts... Unfulfilled dreams." Ororo begins to rain when spontaneous fires light, the psychic's eyes cold. Resigned to what she would do. What she feels herself becoming. Jean had said 'no' to this whispering voice, always in the background of her life. Ever since her mutation molted her senior year. It can taste her power. Taste her potential, even without their interference. 'Together... We will do so much more. I've felt you, Jean. Since that machine unified your psychic powers...' She had refused the beckoning call of limitless power. The answers to unknowable questions. Her life as Jean Grey was enough. But, with a future like what she saw possible, not anymore. She would lose part of herself if it meant what she saw would never come to pass. "Now, you've summoned something you can't squirm your way out of. The Phoenix hands down their judgement, annihilator."

"Jean! Jean, NO!" Charles' cries go unanswered as the mutants watch in awe. Sinister doesn't scream as fiery telekinesis starts to erase him. Burning him out of the time that he doesn't belong. The red psychic doesn't even raise a hand, just focus a laser-sharp stare.

"What does she mean? H-How is she..." Kitty remembers well when they had to fight their way to her in the basement. When Rogue had to siphon her power for Scott to get through to her. Somehow, this felt even worse as she somehow undid Sinister from their reality.

"He's gone. For now, but he'll be back He always comes back..." A form of the mutate had been haunting Scott since before the professor found him. Likely created Gambit to be his hound in the world. "Tell me that what I saw, wasn't real. That... That you didn't know!" Her stare tears through the observatory, where Charles watched with his head in his hands. He would dare try to create a mutant school. A mutant team. Gathering them all in high concentrations so beings like Sinister and Apocalypse could destroy them all at once. Rogue had intended to die taking Sinister down. Anything to end the anguish and depravity she'd experienced.

When the leader moved to get to her side, she disappeared in a rapid teleport. One none of them had ever seen before.

"Let her go, Scott. Whatever she saw..." The southern woman dangled in Logan's arms, sweat on his brow when he contemplates what Jean saw and just what she'd meant. "She needs time to process it."

"She shouldn't be alone! She... She..." Genocide? Millions killed by the monster who'd waltzed into their campus? Sent their distressed teammate to another time? Remy is as white as a ghost, Kurt trembling beside him as he hopes both of his siblings are okay. Sinister had hurt them badly, and whatever the empathetic ginger had seen, had radicalized her. It was like looking into the eyes of a less reformed Magneto, not his kind friend. Stunned, the magnetist removed the metal casing around Charles to allow him to begin to work.

"I will delicately repair Anna Marie's mind and we will tend to our wounded. We need to be prepared for Nathaniel Essex's return." And ultimately, the beginning of his first student's descent. What she'd felt and experienced would never be undone. She'd witnessed far too much to comprehend. To understand his seemingly shady movements, made only out of a lack of choice. Only because refusing to do so would culminate in worse ends, worse than even what she'd seen. "I had hoped to break this news gently, but there will be no time."

"What could lie in that girl's head... To make her," Ororo continued to try to calm Scott, his stress adding to younger mutants as they contemplate facing Mr. Sinister or even Apocalypse again.

"Peering into other times and worlds is a sin. A sin that brought En Sabah Nur to us. That will strangle any hopes of a successful future, if we let it. Sinister is trying to destabilize our time." And with meticulous plotting, he may have.