Guess I Should Try And Fix That Then, Make Sure It Doesnt Happen, She Replied, She Scooted A Little Closer

“Guess I should try and fix that then, make sure it doesn’t happen,” She replied, she scooted a little closer inspecting his nose. She’s read about resetting bones. But considering this was cartilage instead of bones being reset, it was going to be tougher than expected. 

“If you hurt still then lay down. There’s less pressure against the temples than sitting up.” She thinks if she resets the cartilage, then maybe that would help

“I know that red means dead for the most part. You did shout out ‘In the name of the First Order, come out’ so that was another indication,” She said as she air quoted his words. “So that was an indication of sorts.”

“Just didn’t know there was more than one type of trooper. One that was red.”

“Shima,” She replied rubbing the back of her head. “My name’s Shima.”

The 1975 - If I Believe You

She nodded agreeing he’s not the perfect guy to explain all of this. Taking the invitation a little warmer, she takes off her eye-patch and leaves it in her coat pocket sighing as she sits next to him. Here, in her home, she had nothing to hide. There wasn’t a need to hide for the time she’s in here. In this garden in her home, her heart starts to calm down as she takes in the flowers’ scent and the trembling starts to stop little by little.

“Oh, yeah. First rule of time travel right?” She asked smiling a little. Whether it was in Back to Future or one of Richards’ lectures on a TED Talk, that seemed to be a recurring rule. But whenever she tried doing that in the early years of her immortality, she was quiet about her life. Whenever she did to her friends, they either laughed calling her crazy and move on, or they died from age and unfortunate circumstances that were the Mob and Mafia.

But the Dana he knew in his timeline...Sounded perfect and here she wasn’t, afraid that everyone around would see her for what she did and how she had the nerve coming back here after everything. 

“That doesn’t sound like me at all. Your Dana sounds like she’s well put together better than me,” She admitted, chuckling a little hoping he was kidding.

She’s sitting in her car, both her hands are starting to tremble. A part of her is telling her that she’s not suppose to be here. After what she did, no matter how long it had been, she didn’t deserve to come back. But she was here, having driven all this way here.

Fighting against those thoughts, she pushed herself mentally to get out of the car and started walking down the road, towards the gates. It was weird seeing it here of all places, this school--this place she called home at one point. Even after finding out she wasn’t a mutant, even after what she did, she still called it one of her homes.

She had missed so much, and is in a seperate loop. That was evident when she went to the original location, only to find a blank space, with nobody there. She’s denied herself that, to stay away from that and therefore everyone else. 

She stopped when she saw a silhouette of...him. And she stops, because she knows he died. She saw it on the news, the one person she was close to died, a friend, someone close. The one person she should’ve said to goodbye to and never did. So then why was he here? Was he a ghost? Someone to haunt her? But she walked a little closer and sees he’s different, the hair. If not a ghost then who?

“L--Logan?”

She struggled to say it, his name after all these years, and when she did it came out in a choked whisper as she did. She couldn’t bring herself to say it composed. Not as the emotions well in her heart and throat.