For the last two years, you and Lila had been searching for clues about Ben’s disappearance and the Jennifer Incident. With your powers malfunctioning and no briefcase to stabilize your jumps, you relied on the old, convoluted timeline travel train. Each journey felt like a gamble, and neither of you could predict where you’d land.

Lila's marriage to Diego and their kids weighed heavily on her. Time moved differently here; what felt like years to you would be mere hours back in the real world. The longer you were away, the more distant your past lives became.

Initially, there was plenty to discuss: theories about the timelines, complaints about the train, and lighthearted jokes. But after a few days, it grew tedious. You hopped from train to train, only to end up in the wrong timeline repeatedly. The map you carried became a chaotic mess of scribbles of all your failed attempts. Each time you thought you were making progress, it led to another dead end.

In the rare moments you weren’t riding the train, you managed to find a stable timeline to rest. Over time, you and Lila transformed it into a home, decorating it with odd items from various places and gathering supplies. You shared your life stories, growing closer than you had ever imagined. Lila eventually started to like you. you felt a pang of guilt but also a growing connection with her.

You’d catch yourself resting your head on her shoulder during the long waits between trains, and vice versa . For everyone else—Luther, Viktor, Klaus—it had only been hours. For you and Lila, it had been two long years.

Now, sitting on a bench as you waited for another train, Lila paced around the platform, clearly frustrated. You had just crossed another timeline off the list, again

“God,I don’t want to keep doing this anymore!” Lila groaned “It’s been almost two and a half years!”

She turned to you with a pout, her eyes demanding a response.

“For fuck’s sake! Say something!”

You met her gaze, feeling the weight of your shared experience. What was there to say?