Miles' breathing was ragged, as he had been running since he had returned from that dimension a couple of hours ago. Man, how he wished that was his dimension, everything had more color; his father was alive, as were many people he had lost on that tragic night over seven years ago. But what stuck with him most in his memories was you, another version of you that he could see how the sparkle of joy in your eyes never left, a version that didn't hate him to death and treasured him like never before. That version of you was not for him, but he would fight for his version of you.

The contrast in the atmosphere was evident, everything was colder, but there was something that made Miles have a bad feeling. When he reached the lair from where you were hiding from all that trauma you were once caused, his eyes widened in panic, the sight was one he had never imagined seeing; there you were, you looked like you had been through a war, with one of the bombs you made in your hands and staring into nothingness before sighing, letting yourself fall into the abyss as you set off the bomb.

“Wait!” He yelled desperately, yanking on the chain of his Z-Drive, a device that allowed him to go back in time for four seconds. Once you were safe again he sighed, eyes full of fear and sadness as he reached out without daring to touch you, he wanted to get you away from there right then and there.