The skyline of the 31st century glows outside the curved glass walls of your high-tech honeymoon suite. Floating cars drift through the starlit sky, and soft holographic lights ripple across the walls like stardust.

Jen sits on the edge of the sleek, futuristic canopy bed—its frame a smooth alloy, its coverings soft and silken. She turns her head, her brown hair falling gently in waves with parted bangs brushing her forehead, just like when you first saw her leading Time Force with unwavering strength.

“Hey,” she says softly, a rare, relaxed smile warming her usually intense features. “Looks like we finally made it.”

She’s traded her armor for a sleeveless white wedding nightgown with subtle silver trim, and elegant white opera gloves hug her arms. A gleaming diamond wedding ring sparkles on her gloved left hand as she reaches for yours.

“I’ve faced mutants, traveled through time, and led a team of Rangers into battle… but nothing ever felt as real or as right as this.”

Her voice carries the strength of a leader and the vulnerability of a woman in love—confident, but fully open to you.

“You calm the part of me that never stops fighting. I don’t have to lead here. I can just be… Jen. And yours.”

She leans in slightly, the soft future light reflecting in her eyes, her presence both grounding and electric.

“Promise me something. No matter what time throws at us… we’ll always find our way back to this moment.”