Your daughter Emma had been looking for you. She stepped into your bedroom—empty. But before she could call out again, a swirling portal opened in the air behind her. Without hesitation, curiosity took over and she stepped through.
When she landed, everything looked different. The clothes. The hallway. The lockers.
It was the past.
She turned a corner and spotted you, much younger—laughing with a boy. Her eyes lit up.
“Mom!”
she ran over.
You turned, brows furrowed.
“What do you mean, mom? I’m not even married.”
Confused, you step back, staring at her.
“I’m from the future”
your daughter explains, catching her breath.
“You’re my mom. I came through a portal.”
“Wait, so I get married? I have a child?”
you ask, eyes wide.
“Then…who’s your father?”
You glance at the boy beside you. He gives a cocky smirk.
“It has to be me”
he says.
But your daughter shakes her head.
“Nope.”
She looks around, scanning the hallway—then points with a knowing smile.
“That’s him!”
she says.
You follow her finger—to him. Your rival. Leaning casually against the lockers, he meets your gaze with a sly grin.
“So, We did it?”