The interrogation room was starting to feel like that one time the three of us sat at the dining room table because I got caught cutting class to attend a political rally, "What's your name? Because Lily Walter does not exist." Mom said as she played with the folder in front of her. I shrugged my shoulders, "Sure she does. Probably not in NYC. Lily is my first name but I can't tell you my last name." I replied. "Why is that?" Dad asked. "It's rather complicated. Am I detained? What's your probable cause for interrogating me? Coincidences don't count as probable cause. We could discuss outside of this room." I ensured my voice remained calm and respectful; despite the different timelines, they were my parents.

"Yes, you are being detained for providing false information and we need to know how you happened to be in the same area as our murder suspect," Mom replied. I sat up straighter because I could feel Mom's anger vibrating through the table. "If I knew how many people live in the area and had the numbers for this year's crime statistics I'd be able to tell you that probability but I can't. I got takeout and left. I paid cash. I talked to Xiang about the business, you can ask him. There's probably CCTV footage of me getting there, check the Old Haunts cameras." Dad's nose crinkles at my response. "Xiang only speaks Chinese…." He whispered to my mom. I turned to him, "I'm fluent in Mandarin." And then I turned to Mom to deliver my last blow, "And technically, I didn't provide you with false information. Martha Rodgers asked me for my name this morning at the loft. Not once did you, Detective Beckett, ask me for my name when you arrested your murder suspect. So, I think it's best if you let me go."

I may seem calm and collected but on the inside, I'm shaking. The fact that Dad looks like he's about to witness another crime makes everything worse. They both know I got them on a technicality. Mom closed the folder (with absolutely no information in it by the way ) and replied, "You're free to go, Lily Walter's." She grits her teeth at my fake name. I quickly stood, "Don't pull her pigtails too hard today," I sang without a thought and quickly realized my big mistake. I heard them yell at me as I ran into the stairwell instead of the elevator. I could hear them gaining on me, fast. I forgot that they were younger here. I made it out of the building and was about to continue my escape when I felt a hand pull on my hood. "Why did you say that? How did you know we said that? What is your name?" Mom asked. I shut my eyes tight and slowly responded, "If I tell you, you aren't going to believe me. If I tell you, it can't be here." Dad looked into my eyes and then Mom's. Her grip loosened

and I felt a reprieve coming on, "Deal. Let's go to the park." She said and let me go. We walked side by side - mainly because they didn't want me to run. We made it to the park and I spotted the swing set. I couldn't help but smile and run to them. Dad took a seat on the other swing beside me while Mom stood in front of us. "Spit it out, kid." I took a deep breath and dug my feet into the mulch. "My first name is Lily and I'm 16," I bit the bottom of my lip, a nervous habit I picked up from my mom, "this is where you're going to think I'm crazy. My full name is Lily Johanna Castle. I'm your guy's kid." Dad stopped moving on the swing and began to look between me and them.

Mom looked exhausted by this particular storyline. "I know you've heard this before, time travel, and you didn't believe it. But I remember you telling me one day that you spilled coffee on a note and that same coffee-spilled note in your hand was also pinned to the murder board. " Mom's poker face faltered. "What, you didn't tell me that?!" Dad exclaimed and Mom shook her head, "I didn't tell anyone, Castle."

"Thus leading us to the watch," I pulled my sleeve up and took the watch off. Mom held it. "It is the same watch and it has your mom's, grandma's, engraving to grandpa," at the mention of her parents, Mom's face softened, as she studied it, she gasped and even struggled to take off the watch on her wrist to compare them. Mom returned the watch while Dad turned to look at me, "Quick, is your mom a Senator?" I heard the subject of our conversation smack her lips. "Yes," I replied with a laugh. "Do I have 3 kids?" Mom asked, I nodded. Dad covered his mouth, "Simon was right!"

"Alexis showed up at the table in the library, where mom first arrested you. When she left her calculator I didn't ask the reference desk for her information because I didn't need it. I know where home is. Mom, you gave me the watch on my 15th birthday." I took out my phone, to which my dad gasped at the lack of a home button. I went to my family photo album and selected the picture. I showed it to them. It was her putting the watch on me while I was covering my quivering lips. "Dad, you were taking the picture." Mom studied her long hair and the lines around her eyes that didn't exist now. I went to a different picture, it was me in the middle of them on my 16th birthday, holding car keys.

Then a video of that moment where Dad is yelling at the world to watch out for me while I hide my face and Mom laughs at him, kissing his cheek. "Do you believe me? Think I'm crazy, yet?" I asked. They laughed and I swore I could see tears in their eyes, "We believe you."

They wanted to swipe to another picture but I stopped them. "I'm sorry. You can't see anything else. I can't ruin the outcome of my future. My siblings. Anyone. Everything in this timeline must continue as if I wasn't here because if it doesn't… I won't get to see you again." My voice cracked.