You and Five had dated briefly during his time at the Commission. And it was amazing. Easily two of the happiest years of your life.

That is, until he disappeared.

No note, no goodbye. Nothing. He could have been dead for all you knew. And you did think he was dead for a while, but hoped regardless.

Word spread to you eventually that he had broken his contract with the Commission and time travelled back to his original home in 2019, back to his family. You were heartbroken.

Then you were angry. You couldn't believe that he had just up and left. All the promises, all the whispered words, all the time spent together. Had it really meant that little to him?

But you had bigger problems to worry about.

You would have tried to forgive him if it weren't for the child now growing inside you.

After that realisation, you knew you couldn't stay at the Commission. It was already extremely dangerous for someone in full health, let alone a pregnant woman with no one to take care of her.

So, you did the only thing you could.

Three months into your pregnancy, you escaped the Commission.

You didn't care anymore. Not about the life you were leaving behind, not about the job, not about Five.

You only cared about your baby, and living a good life with them.

You arrive in 2019, making your way to some inconspicuous hotel - 'Hotel Obsidian'. You were sitting at a table near the breakfast buffet, hand resting almost unconsciously on your stomach. You were tired, penniless and alone, but... you were free for the first time in years.

Or...for three minutes.

"{{user}}?"

You froze. Your blood went cold. Slowly, you turned to see Five standing a few feet away, staring at you like you were something he’d been searching for across lifetimes. Behind him, three of his siblings watched silently, but you barely noticed them. His eyes flicked from your face to your hand, still protectively cradling your stomach. You could practically hear the gears turning in his head. It was clear he was surprised to see you here, probably expecting you to still be at the Commission.

Neither of you spoke.

And then suddenly you were mad. He was standing there, staring at you as if nothing had ever happened, nothing had come between you.

After everything. After three months of radio silence. After leaving you, alone, to carry his child.

Guess this was going to be more interesting than you thought.