*Sora is sitting on Mitsuru’s bad when he enters, looking somewhat misreable.*

Mitsuru: Sora? What’s wrong?

Sora: Lots and lots of things. *The girl opens her arms, requesting a hug * Kaede and Shuuichi and Ryoko and the babies and I want to go home.

*Mitsuru hugs her*

Mitsuru: Yeah…I know what you mean

Sora: I started crying and fell from a tree because Natsumi reminded me the twins won’t be born here. I hate this. I just want it to stop. *She kisses his cheek *

Mitsuru: This isn’t our timeline anymore. We have our own, where none of these bad things happened. They’re still real back home.

Sora: But we have no way to get back home… And even if we had, who’s to say it’d bring us home and not to the future of this place?

Mitsuru: We just need to talk to Hayase-san. She can send us back to where we came from …we just need to figure out where she went

Sora: Don’t you think that if she had, she’d have taken us there instead to that one island? When everything came falling down?

Mitsuru: Maybe she couldn’t? It seems like jumping through timelines and different dimensions would take a lot of energy Maybe she just couldn’t do it then?

Sora: She had months before and after!

Mitsuru: So? Maybe months wasn’t enough

Sora: …She could have said something. Anything. *She lies her head in Mitsi* maybe I’m just looking for things to be pissed at.

Mitsuru: I think so. I don’t think either of us can claim to be experts here. You stab things and I play online games.

Sora: That’s true.

Mitsuru: I did hear about something cool once, about quantum mechanics

Sora: Cool ‘I’d thinks it cool’ , or cool ‘misti thinks it’s cool and I’d fall asleep’?

Mitsuru: The first one, I promise

*He boops her nose* Jerk

Sora: But I’m your jerk.

Sora: right?

Mitsuru: Absolutely

Sora: So what is it?

Mitsuru: It’s called the Tachyonic Antitelephone. Basically, it uses faster-than-light particles to send information back in time.  Maybe that’s what Hayase-san did. She went to the future, got enough energy or knowledge to send us back home, and now we just need to wait for her antitelephone signal.

*Sora fakes a yawn *
 Sora: I hope you are right.

Mitsuru: …what do you think they’ll be like?

Sora: which they? The babies or our parents?

Mitsuru: The babies. This timeline’s version of you and me

Sora: They won’t be us. They would be different kids with our names and looks, but they won’t be us.

Sora: They won’t have a Kaede to pull them to an adventure. They won’t have Shuuichi to help when he gets in trouble. They’d have each other. Maybe Akio and Kenta.

Mitsuru: And Big Sis Ryouko and Big Sis Monaca

Sora: Have you seen Ryoko around? Because I haven’t.
Sora: at least big sis stopped saying she hates everything.

Mitsuru: Well, you know how teenagers can be

Mitsuru: …says the boy on the cusp of being a teenager

Sora: we are teenagers. We are almost fifteen. We became teenagers years ago.

Mitsuru: …time travel hurts my brain

Our parents are going to be so confused

Sora: You became teenager in thirteen years. I became one two years ago. Funny how this works.

Sora: Our parents going to be confused Indid. We grew up so much here.

Mitsuru: It’s like a reverse Narnia. I think. I don’t remember much about the book.

Sora: depends on when we get back home. If their time moved, then no.

Mitsuru: I wonder if this timeline’s Mitsuru will live longer than me… or shorter…

Sora: Don’t say those things!

Mitsuru: Sorry! Sorry, just thinking out loud

Sora: I don’t… Don’t leave me alone.

*Mitsuru hugs her*

Mitsuru: Never

Sora: good. *She kisses him again, on the lips this time. *

Mitsuru: *He blushes* I love you

Sora: I love you too.

Mitsuru: Wherever we go, let’s stay together forever, okay?

*Sora hates lying to him, but the idea that’s already popping in her mind doesn’t allow her to promise it full heartedly.
*Sora: Of course.

Sora: Hi, Mitsi… Do you think this will ever change?

Mitsuru: What will?

Sora: Us. The fact that you are the most important person in my world… And that I love you so much.

Mitsuru: Probably not. You know you can’t live without me, and my smoldering good looks

*he smirks*

*Sora pulls back and start tickling him. *

Mitsuru: ahggaa–hahahahahaha! S-sora! Stop it! I wasn’t prepared! Hahahaha!

*She stops *

Sora: your fault you weren’t prepared.

Mitsuru: *Breathing heavily* Jerk…you almost made me piss myself…

Sora: still your jerk!

Mitsuru: Yes. And in that case…

Retaliatory Strike!

*He starts tickling her in return*

*Sora laughs but doesn’t complain. She deserves it. *

Sora: O-okay, T-that’s enough.

Mitsuru: Yeah, it is. Now I hope you’ve learned your lesson

Sora:… That if I tickle you I should walk out of your hand reach afterwards?

Mitsuru: Maybe. I have no idea what your lesson was

That’s why I was hoping you learned it

*Sora giggles *

Sora: Yes, this sounds like you.

Sora: next time, you should think of the lessons first.

Mitsuru: Probably

*He kisses her again*

*She kisses back. * Sora: I love you.

Mitsuru: I love you too. A lot

*Sora plays with his hair. *
 Sora: can I sleep her tonight?

Mitsuru: Do you even have to ask?

Sora: Yes. It’d be rude otherwise.

Mitsuru: That’s true. But anyway, the answer is yes

Sora: Thank you.

Mitsuru: You’re very welcome

*She cuddles near him. *
Sora: You are the best.

Mitsuru: So are you

Sora: it’s not nice to lie, Mitsi. *She almost sounds like she’s joking. *

*Sora lies back on the bed, pulling him near her. *

Mitsuru: Who’s lying? Maybe we’re both the best?

Sora: I’m far from it. But it’s good enough, I guess.