leah knew the importance of the timeline and how they should just let events happen no matter how much she or anyone wanted them to change, but that didn’t mean she was okay with it. back in 2050, the younger crawford had read about the explosions and the disaster that followed yet she didn’t think she would come face to face with the destruction it left in it’s wake; more so, she didn’t think she would ever see someone die right in front of her. “i couldn’t -- i couldn’t save him,” the young girl sobbed as she cowered in a corner, cradling a broken wrist to her chest, a painful reminder of the first explosion. “i c-c-couldn’t --” her sentence went unfinished as another boom rocked the very ground they were on, causing leah to curl up tighter. “i want to go home.”
