Ticking Clock Page #6

Promise?

Cross your heart and hope to die?

Yes. Now let her go.

Hey, kid, it's good to see you.

Who is he?

My name is James, too.

Same as you. James Keech.

- Are you my dad?

- No.

I'm you, James, from the future.

You know how you wanted

to go back in time and fix things?

Well, you did it.

I'm you, just older.

- We're the same.

- No, you're not, James.

- You'll never be him.

- Don't listen to him. Listen to me.

- To us.

- Are you gonna hurt her?

But she's always been so good to me.

But you don't know the future. I do.

In a few days,

she's gonna find your private zoo,

and they're gonna lock you away

with crazy people.

They will do unspeakable things to you.

They will burn you, and cut you, and worse.

And I am not gonna let them do that to you.

Don't look at him. He's not your friend.

Go ahead, kill me. Nothing changes.

He still becomes me.

But if he kills you, he becomes a hero.

Welcome to the future.

What's happening? What's...

James? James!

James!

I'm so sorry, James.

I'm sorry, James. I'm so sorry.

I don't know why I remember, but I do.

Keech was right. Time travel is complex.

The one thing he could never predict

was his own death.

When his younger self died,

reality itself was realigned.

I woke up in a new world,

a world where the killer never came to be.

Where his victims lived their lives

never knowing

how close they'd come to their own demise.

In this new world,

those terrible few days never happened.

In this world,

a troubled boy never became a killer.

He got a second chance.

Then again, so did I.

Daddy! Daddy! You're home!

I missed you, buddy.

I'm taking the teaching job.

Welcome home.

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