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Disorientation   was   to   be   expected   when   she   told   Luke   not   to   call   immigration   on   Serena   Joy.   Hell,   June   herself   was   stupefied   with   the   way   the   events   of   yesterday   had   played   out.   She’d   be   lying   to   everyone,   including   herself,   if   she   said   she   hadn’t   been   consumed   by   conflicting   emotions   since   Serena   turned   her   weapon   on   that   guard   instead   of   her,   the   woman   who   savagely   murdered   her   husband   with   her   bare   hands.   ‘I   didn’t   want   to,’   June   thought   back   on   the   words   she   uttered   to   Serena   in   the   barn,   and   thought   about   how   they   contested   everything   she   had   said   and   felt   up   until   that   moment.   Because   she   did   want   to.   She   wanted   to   kill   Serena,   as   she   did   Fred.   She   wanted   to   watch   her   suffer.   

    She   wanted   to   take   pleasure   in   it.   

    What   changed?   

    Maybe   it   was   just   her   empathy   returning   to   her,   after   years   of   feeling   nothing   but   unbridled   rage,   the   presence   of   a   newborn   baby   and   a   woman   in   distress   was   enough   to   jump-start   her   own   humanity   once   again.   But   that   didn’t   feel   quite   right,   considering   that   rage   she   felt   was   still   there.   Maybe   she   never   truly   wanted   to   kill   Serena   at   all,   and   it   was   the   seething   anger   that   clouded   her   principles.   Did   Serena   deserve   to   be   left   alone   in   that   barn   to   watch   her   baby   starve   while   she   died   of   sepsis?   If   you   had   asked   June   that   question   a   few   days   ago,   it   would   have   been   a   hard   yes.   But   seeing   that   little   baby,   baby   Noah,   in   Serena’s   arms   and   the   smile   on   her   face   -   she   knew   that   child   needed   her.   

    It   was   a   surprise   to   not   only   Luke   and   Moira,   but   to   June   herself,   that   she   wanted   to   return   to   the   hospital   today   to   check   on   the   new   mother…   her   abuser.   The   woman   who   put   her   through   fucking   hell   for   years.   She   wanted   to   check   on   her.   It   was   laughable,   and   June   did   laugh,   in   fact,   to   herself   as   she   made   her   way   inside   of   the   hospital   at   the   sheer   madness   of   it.   

    As   the   former   handmaid   approached   closer   down   the   hallway   toward   Serena’s   room,   apprehension   trickled   in,   made   her   palms   a   bit   sweaty.   She   couldn’t   say   that   seeing   Serena’s   face   alone   didn’t   bring   back   some   unyielding   feelings,   because   it   most   certainly   did.   But   the   look   on   Serena’s   face   yesterday   was   a   lot   different   than   any   other   looks   she   had   been   used   to   seeing   upon   her   former   mistress’s   face.   Anguish,   fear,   and   tenderness   were   not   looks   June   was   accustomed   to   seeing   on   a   woman   as   nefarious   as   Serena   Joy.   

    But   as   June   approaches   the   room,   she   can   see   Serena   in   her   hospital   bed,   holding   baby   Noah   in   her   arms   and   she   just   looks   so…   happy.   June   believes   today   and   the   day   Noah   was   born   were   the   only   times   she’s   ever   seen   her   truly   happy.   June   can   feel   her   lips   tug   upward   into   the   smallest   of   smiles   before   she   realizes   she’s   standing   in   the   doorway   like   a   weirdo.   

    The   backs   of   her   knuckles   give   the   halfway   open   door   a   few   knocks   to   gain   the   attention   of   the   mother,   “Hey.   I   just   -   I   came   to   see   how   little   Noah   was   doing,   they   got   him   out   of   the   NICU   pretty   fast,   huh?”   An   awkward   smile   forms   on   her   face,   and   she   recognizes   how   uncomfortable   she   feels   to   be   here,   but   she   just…   she   needed   to   make   sure   everything   was   going   to   be   okay.

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Something was very off. Oh most definitely. It was a normal day at first, until the man felt like some presence you couldn’t see was either trying to change the structure of his history or simply erase him from existence. “Ugh.. What’s going on?” Lee then began to notice people either changing or ceasing to exist all around him all of a sudden.

He realized what was going on.. At some point in the past someone had changed the timeline, creating an anomaly. Lee had to focus, sense where the timeline either started being different or was strongly different from the history he knew. So that he could go back in time to work out what had changed things, then change them back to normal.

Got it! Lee had pinpointed the time point to go to, instantly disappearing and reappearing within that time point. Technically him being here was an anomaly, he was an anomaly. However, he considered this entire changed time period an anomaly. He was about to begin his investigation, but that pain from the timeline trying to deal with him returned.

Lee’s attention then switched to situation he sensed, it seemed that crime still existed in this changed timeline. A thug was attempting to murder a woman, that wasn’t going to work out. He disappeared and reappeared at the scene as the thug’s gun trigger was pulled, catching the bullet, crushing it in his hand and then punching the thug out cold.