001 [Holo] Dammit...that's another butterfly
He’s always disoriented for a moment when he arrives someplace, body tense, wired for worry. What if he’d gotten it wrong? He opens his eyes, brow furrowed as he scans the room. Apparently this time, he’s gotten it very wrong. He’s supposed to be in 2011 New York…with his younger, stupider self.
“Peter?” he says, turning a full circle in the circular room. Hesitantly he steps toward the pedestal with the electronic device on it. There aren’t many people who can do this.
“Hiro?”
It’s a logical second guess but when he gets no response he picks the device up pushing some buttons and unexpectedly pulling up a map. Taxon. Right. He’s never heard of that but maybe somehow…
“I need to get back to 2011 New York City. Or 2007. The world is on a path that you are not going to like if I don’t fix it. Nathan is set to turn the whole world into a comic book gone bad and right now? Everything is depending on…” he sighs and runs a hand over his slicked back hair. “This…Peter. He needs my help or he’s not going to get this right.”
When there’s no response, he considers throwing the tablet across the room but calmer heads prevail and he hangs onto it, noticing the bracelet fused to his wrist for the first time. The pit of his stomach drops out and he realizes that somehow he’s made everything much, much worse.
“Peter?” he says, turning a full circle in the circular room. Hesitantly he steps toward the pedestal with the electronic device on it. There aren’t many people who can do this.
“Hiro?”
It’s a logical second guess but when he gets no response he picks the device up pushing some buttons and unexpectedly pulling up a map. Taxon. Right. He’s never heard of that but maybe somehow…
“I need to get back to 2011 New York City. Or 2007. The world is on a path that you are not going to like if I don’t fix it. Nathan is set to turn the whole world into a comic book gone bad and right now? Everything is depending on…” he sighs and runs a hand over his slicked back hair. “This…Peter. He needs my help or he’s not going to get this right.”
When there’s no response, he considers throwing the tablet across the room but calmer heads prevail and he hangs onto it, noticing the bracelet fused to his wrist for the first time. The pit of his stomach drops out and he realizes that somehow he’s made everything much, much worse.