[Wow. Now that sure was a sequence of events. He felt the happiness so vividly, there was no denying what this Chloe person meant to... to... the museum?
No, to whoever this 'Max' was. The owner of the 'bony white ass'.
Kurt's heart was left pounding frantically from the shock of the latter parts of the vision, and once the statue was gone he was looking around breathlessly, noticing the bloody messages and the burned out photos.
This wasn't right. Whatever this was, it wasn't right. His eyes focused on the rewind button, and he stumbled as he ran to it. It can't mean what it seems to, right? Time travel should be impossible. But he gets caught up... not just in the idea of preventing a tragedy, but in turning time back to more innocent days. How he wishes he had his own rewind button.
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No, to whoever this 'Max' was. The owner of the 'bony white ass'.
Kurt's heart was left pounding frantically from the shock of the latter parts of the vision, and once the statue was gone he was looking around breathlessly, noticing the bloody messages and the burned out photos.
This wasn't right. Whatever this was, it wasn't right. His eyes focused on the rewind button, and he stumbled as he ran to it. It can't mean what it seems to, right? Time travel should be impossible. But he gets caught up... not just in the idea of preventing a tragedy, but in turning time back to more innocent days. How he wishes he had his own rewind button.
And so, he reaches forth and presses dat button.]