"Stop staring at me." I told Loki while I stared at the temporal loom.

Loki looked away, shifting his weight. "How have you been?"

"Don't do this to yourself. You're not my Loki. You never will be." I looked at him, crossing my arms.

"Alexis-"

"What is she doing here?" B-15 cut him off.

I looked between Loki and B-15, sensing that there was more to that question than I was lead to believe.

"I thought we agreed-"

"You agreed." Loki snapped at B-15. "But I wouldn't be able to live with myself."

"We need her." Mobius walked in. "She's as smart as OB. We need her."

"Not this variant of her. She's not ready." B-15 shook her head.

Mobius and B-15 began to argue about it. I opened the orange book that I was handed when I walked through the time door. I skimmed through it while I walked down the hall into a small cafeteria that only served pie. I sat down, still skimming through the book.

Loki set a piece of pie on the opened book and then took a seat across from me with a slice of his own.

"What was she talking about?" I sat back in the chair. "Why wouldn't you be able to live with yourself?"

Loki shook his head, asking, "Do you trust me?"

It's a simple question with a complicated answer. I trust my Loki. I love my Loki. This is not my Loki. This Loki is different. This Loki is… lost.

"Alexis?" He asked with concern.

"Why should I trust you?"

He poked at his pie, thinking. "I may not be your Loki but I'm still someone who loves you and will do anything to protect you."

"You don't even know me. You don't know what I've been through. You haven't been through my experiences."

"That's true, I haven't been with you through your experiences. But I do know what you went through." He looked at me.

I nod. Of course. Time traveler.

"But that doesn't mean you know me. You didn't go through those experiences. You only watched."

"You're right, I didn't. But that doesn't mean I don't care." His voice was stern, his expression serious as he placed his fork down.

"Why am I here?"

"We need your help with the temporal loom."

"Help that your friend said I wasn't ready for."

"She's wrong."

"Is she? I know my worth. I know I'm not who I should be. I could never be the inventor, engineer you need me to be." I sat forward, leaning against the table.

"You can be. You were always meant to be."

"NO!" I stood from the chair with the book in my hand, the pie falling in the floor. "I can't fix this."

"Yes you can. I have always believed in you, even when you don't believe in yourself." Loki said with such conviction.

He truly believed what he said too. He believed that I was meant to be the greatest engineer of my time. He believed I had it in me to be that person. He's wrong. I'm not. I've lost so much there's no point.

"I'm not that person."