[OOM: Olau]
May. 2nd, 2012 11:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mnt_raphIt wasn't long after Raph ran into AlannaAlan that he made his excuses and made a bee-line for Tortall.
Timelines were in danger.
People he loved were in danger.
Abigail was in danger.
His heart felt as though it was going to burst through his chest as he headed for the front door, his Security badge firmly in hand.
What if...
What if Alan was proof that the door had reset?
What if time had gone backwards?
What if it was like everything he'd lived there just ceased to exist?
All of it, rewritten in some great cosmic do-over?
He opens the door to a familiar scene, and for a split second Raph allows himself to hope.
The Tortoise. The same as always, as it's been for at least three generations now.
Raph walks around the tavern, rather than go straight through the front door, to the place where Abigail'd be hanging up the day's washing to dry in the noon sun.
There, holding a basket of clothes pins is a little girl no older than six, with her blonde hair in one long braid down her back.
"...oh no."
Timelines were in danger.
People he loved were in danger.
Abigail was in danger.
His heart felt as though it was going to burst through his chest as he headed for the front door, his Security badge firmly in hand.
What if...
What if Alan was proof that the door had reset?
What if time had gone backwards?
What if it was like everything he'd lived there just ceased to exist?
All of it, rewritten in some great cosmic do-over?
He opens the door to a familiar scene, and for a split second Raph allows himself to hope.
The Tortoise. The same as always, as it's been for at least three generations now.
Raph walks around the tavern, rather than go straight through the front door, to the place where Abigail'd be hanging up the day's washing to dry in the noon sun.
There, holding a basket of clothes pins is a little girl no older than six, with her blonde hair in one long braid down her back.
"...oh no."
