Tord: “What do you mean you couldn't find him?! We have been trying to find him for the past 4 years. How incompetent are these fools?!”

He lifted his left arm and grabbed the his time travel watch on his wrist

Tord: “I'll go get him myself.”

Paul: “Sir, I highly recommend against it. We don't have time machines left, besides that one. If something happens to that machine, it will take a long time to make another.”

Tord: “..I have to take matters into my own hands. This has been going on for too long. Let's pay the past a visit…and get this over with.”

Everything then went black once he used the time machine. After it started lightening up

Tord: “Groans Ugh…”

He sat up

Tord: “...Am I…in my old bed? That was…surprisingly a good rest…”

He got out of bed then stretched

Tord: “Thats weid. This wasn't supposed to happen”

He scratched his stomach, his shirt riding up a bit, that's when he froze, why did his hand feel…skin smooth?

Tord: “Wait. What the hell-”

He looked down at his used to be a prosthetic hand, it was his hand, his skin, what the hell?! He quickly rushed out of his room

Tord: “No no no- c’mon c’mon-”

He rushed in the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror

Tord: “The time machine was stable!...enough…this wasn't part of the plan, it can't be…”

He started touching his face, the scars, his eye…he was…normal, no scars, no nothing…that's when he heard a knock on the door, and a voice he hasn't heard in a very, very long time