And the stars look very different today...

[zunesareawesome]

It was a way out. But it wasn't home.

Truthfully, after Norfinbury, anything would be better than that place, but the cold truth was--there was no way to find his own universe out of the endless multiverse, even if Norfinbury's busted technology had worked properly. He was stuck, here, with a megalomaniac Flynn--granted, a Flynn that managed to open up a portal out of there. Maybe that's what it took to get out of Norfinbury.

Or, Peter thought sometimes on bad days, Norfinbury only released you once you became the twisted version of yourself it wanted you to be. A specially-designed virus inflicted on countless worlds.

Besides, he ought to know something about that.

He didn't stay long on earth, he couldn't. Maybe it had something to do with the mystery of how they were revived in Norfinbury, their bodies recreated or cloned or healed, or maybe it was something that was gonna happen to him anyway, but he could feel the Light burning inside him, inside his head almost as soon as he landed. A desperate need to take to the stars. He'd managed to create a ship and took off.

Time passes, and scientists notice something odd about several exoplanets they're monitoring, especially ones marked as 'earth-like' or other planets in zones that could make them potentially habitable. Bright bursts of light and changes in the composition of the atmosphere or surface, it was inexplicable. Possible evidence of intelligent life? If they didn't know any better, especially with the rocky planets that now somehow boasted extreme changes, it was like something was terraforming them.

There was cause for alarm when Mars suddenly turned blue and green a few months later.

Meanwhile, a small blue-and-orange ship that looked suspiciously like a slightly more organic-looking Milano was racing towards the earth.

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[bookbrawler]

And don't you forget it. Or maybe you will?

The doubts are there and it's horrible. What if Flynn's already erased something that's happened? How would he ever know? Jacob wants so bad to shove the pendant in his eye, but he can't, he has to save Ezekiel.

"I'm not changing my mind. You think you can change my mind, but it won't ever change what's in here." Jacob points to his own heart defiantly, even if what he just went through stated otherwise.

As soon as they got Jones back he was going to smash this pendant with a hammer. Even though he was terrified that Flynn would do something to make him never take it off. And maybe he wouldn't even know that he did.

Wait--every single thought he had was on broadcast. He had to figure out a way to hide what he was really thinking, maybe if he could compartmentalize his thoughts...he'd have to work on it on the way there. There had to be a way around this thing.

[lonebrarian]

"We'll see about that."

Flynn smiles, not revealing how much he can listen into. It's much more fun like that. And he already has so many ideas how to go on from here.

"Oh, and let's keep this thing between ourselves, hmm? No reason to let Jones in on our little secret."

[bookbrawler]

"You don't have to worry about that," Jacob says diplomatically. He was too afraid that Jones would actually do something dumb like try to take it from him and wear it himself and that was absolutely not an option. He can't even think about the possibility.

He shoves the pendant under his shirt.

"Secret's safe with me."

[lonebrarian]

"Good!"

Flynn pats his back amiably before leading the way. Just like old times, like they're best buddies. Like they're about to grab some cold ones from the fountain of youth.

Like they're family.

"Let's go get our thief back."

[bookbrawler]

When did everything turn so terribly wrong? For a second it's like things are back to normal, but it's fake--a facsimile, a mockery of a better time, and that just made it so much worse to go back to this reality.

"Yeah."

It's gruff and pained, and he tries not to think about how the doubts have creeped in so thoroughly, so quickly, wondering if even that very thought was his own.

Wondering if any thought was his own.