Tim stood before Nikola, staring into what could be defined as her face. It waned and changed as the world warped around them. He felt something in his pocket, something he hadn't had the heart to remove. He pulled out the small slip of paper quickly, expecting to see a blurred nothing of his former friend's face but in this moment. But when he looked there she was. Sasha James, beautiful as the day he last saw her running like hell away from those worms. He clicked the detonator.









