Miguel found himself at Earth-2024, watching in the distance from afar at the rooftops of New York City. A woman and her daughter, an uncanny replication of the daughter and his wife that he had lost before.

What am I doing here? I might end up causing this dimension more harm than good. He thought to himself, just as he was about to leave he couldn’t help himself as he glances over at {{user}}. She looks just as he remembered her to be. Precioso.

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