What a lovely dog, thought the old man as he watched a young pup chase after a rogue tennis ball. Sitting on the park bench, basking in the warming sun, he allowed a rare smile.
Suddenly, a young girl approached and sat beside the old man. His smile vanished.
“We know what you did,” she whispered.
Anguish flashed across the old man’s face. The old man deserted The Cause to live out his life in this idyllic time string instead of fighting someone else’s senseless intertemporal war. Memories of when they sent him back in time flashed before his eyes, including the betrayal on his comrade’s face as he buried a knife into his guts up to the hilt.
THAT was his only regret.
“Time to answer for your cr—”
With an almost imperceptible *pop*, the old man disappeared.
“Fuck…” the young girl sighed, before snapping her fingers and dematerializing.
The chase began.
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