Temporal agents Tina and Charlie Donald had spent weeks in 1935 chasing a temporal disturbance in the South. The case was closed. It was time to go home.
They stood expectantly at the edge of their property, rolling forward through time. Slowly, their house and car came into view. The kids played beneath the arches, unaware that anything had changed. To them, their parents had only been gone seconds.
"I'll grab the twins and play catch."
"Okay. Lucy and I will start supper."
"Want me to fire up the grill?"
"When it's time."
They were home. Quiet. Boring. Mundane. Perfect.
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