I looked around, and was just so happy to be home. No more drama and two-faced arch-angels and problems.
Until, "WAIT!"
They both looked at me with alarmed faces, "What is it?" Carmen asked me.
"We left everything intact! What if he finds a way to harness it?!" Dante spoke up, "Don't worry, I have it set to memory wipe as soon as it turns off. There's no way he'd be able to use it. Not now at least. Or is it then?" He shrugged, and my shoulders sagged in relief.
"Thank you Dante. And I want to say, I'm sorry for not taking you seriously. I guess I ended up being exactly like my father. Not anymore." I patted Dante's head, and he beamed up at me with his young and ambitious smile. "Thank you Mr. Weston."
I turned to Carmen, and he looked at me. "Look Carmen. We are great in both of our fields, and we don't need to compare each other to one another any longer. I'm hoping we can be on good terms from this point forward." He brought his head up to make eye contact, and stuck his hand out for me to shake. I walked past it and pulled him into a generous hug.
"Friends?"
"Yeah. Friends." I hummed in agreement, and decided I'd had a way too long day at work. I walked towards the door, Dante following next to me, and Carmen just behind. I thought I heard him mumble something, but it just left it for another time.
"Do you think that we can choose coordinates next time? Maybe we can end up in a different place at a different time!"
"Nope."
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Crossing The Threshold (editing)
Science FictionTheodore Weston, trying to make something of himself despite his father's pessimism and lack of faith in his only son. Theo finds himself in a situation he could only dream of, only it turns out to be one he has to escape from. Travel with Theodor...
