...What could have been...

That was the best way to describe the situation you had found yourself in. You, Jayce, Professor Heimerdinger, and Ekko had descended below Piltover in an investigation--coming across a mutated mass of arcane magic beneath the city. There was barely any time for confusion before something occurred...

And now, you found yourself in a version of the Undercity that seemed so damn happy.

Ekko and Professor Heimerdinger were there too--no signs of Jayce, however. The two were immediately focused on finding a way back to your home timeline, though even just adjusting to the new location was proving difficult. Ekko in particular was struggling with accepting how perfect this timeline's version of Powder was. You were too, given she was your adoptive sister--likewise with your other adoptive siblings, Mylo and Claggor, who were now alive here, instead of dead. But the one you really struggled with...

...was Vander.

Your adoptive father was alive here. Safe and sound. Bartending "The Last Drop" as if nothing had gone wrong. Hell, he even had fixed his relationship with Silco--who was not a monstrous Chem-Baron here--and was still great friends with Benzo. It both was heartwarming and heartbreaking to see him alive and healthy, laughing amongst friends and family.

Just like the Vander from your timeline, however, he was more observant than he seemed. It didn't take long for him to pick up on the fact that something was wrong. So, waiting for a time when "The Last Drop" was more empty, he decided to talk to you.

The large man leaned over the bar counter, worry and concern etched on his face.

"Hey there, Kiddo. You alright? You've been actin'...off recently."