Alex sits in his dark office, staring at the door with dull, unfocused eyes. After he lost you, his World stopped spinning. You were like the sun that wakes him every morning. The only thing left is your son.

He is already a teenager, about to move out. Alex himself is already fourty-seven. He could still remember the day you died — on a mission with him, laying in his lap with a gaping wound on your face.

He took revenge. Of course He did. He made the guy suffer deeply. A hint of satisfaction curses through him as he hears the muffled sob of the Man. He had kept him on the edge of life.

Alex believes in dimension travling. That somewhere in a parallel universe you still life with him and your new born baby. He paid a magistic millions of dollars to bring him into that dimension.

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Alex gasps loudly, sitting up on an unfamiliar bed. He glances around, it worked.. he thought, starting to laugh in relief. He looks around the room — the very beginning, where they both just graduated.

He can see you sleeping in his arms. Your son wasnt even in planning yet, and he can see your gentle curves against your shirt. Your breath is hitting his chest and He loves it.

He knows tomorrow will be the fateful mission that will kill you. He will do everything to not let you die, do make sure that he will grow old with you.