You'd been at this for hours. Checking the same coordinates, the same looping timestreams, the same empty platforms.

You froze mid-step, your breath catching in your throat. That was him.

You followed the sound, weaving through abandoned luggage carts and flickering departure boards, calling out his name again and again.

You rounded the corner of a derelict train car, and there they were. Five, his arm wrapped around Lila's shoulder, her head nestled against his. And then he tilted her chin up, and they kissed.