He never came home. He died. His legacy was as permanent as graffiti. She knew this the moment he left. She spent her whole existence trying to change the outcome. She died. With little success. Every probability in all the dimensions she uncovered led to the same outcome. Variations differed, but never enough, at least not in the span she was able to record. Certainly they met again, beyond death, and those stories are yet to be told.
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