“Marcus, hey Marcus. Are you all right?”

I felt groggy from my journey. I looked around and saw I was surronded by three armored figures. I tried to sit up.

“Easy Marcus. Don’t try to move just yet.”

“Gil . . .”

“Yes Marcus, it’s me. Now lie still, you’re in no shape to do anything right now.”

I hadn’t heard that voice in a long time. He died during the disastor. I laughed softly to myself. The mirror did it, I’ve gone back in time.

“What’s he laughing about Gil?”

“How should I know? Marcus just took a missile to the face and survived. I didn’t even know our power armor was that strong. Who knows what damage he incurred.”

I slipped into sleep, still laughing at my success.

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