The Perfect Run

Nightfall was upon Rust Town when Ryan arrived at the orphanage. His good and unwilling friend Ghoul was trapped at the back, missing most of his limbs. Hopefully, his presence would get the Land off the courier’s back for the evening.

“I would take you out on a walk,” Ryan told his captive while stepping out of the car, “but I don’t think this place was built with the elderly in mind. Besides, the kids there are too old for you.”

“BLEEP you!” Ghoul snarled. “I swear I will—”

Ryan closed the car’s door behind him, the skeleton’s insults turning into muffled noises. Most of the animals were asleep in the big pen, a few dogs barking at the courier as if he were an intruder. Unlike his previous visit, the orphanage’s doors were closed, though Ryan could see light coming from inside.

The Genome knocked and waited. Eventually, a little girl in pink opened the door, raising a gun at his face. “What do you want, druggie?”

“Hi, little Sarah,” Ryan introduced himself. “Is your mama here?”

“How do you know my name?” she asked, looking at his hat. “You’re a magician?”

“Oh yes, I’m especially good with explosions and disappearing acts. Watch.” He stopped time and switched her crappy revolver with a Desert Eagle. “See?”

“So cool...” she said with admiration, examining her new toy as if it were a doll. “Is it loaded?”

“Yep, but I put the safety on. I can switch it for a shotgun, or pretty much any firearm.”

“You’re Mr. Ryan?” she asked him, the courier nodding. “Mama is inside. She said you would come.”

“Can I get in, or do I have to break my own hole?” he asked, pointing a finger at a broken window nearby.

“You can. But you do anything to Mama or the others, and I will disappear your face.” Ryan said nothing, making her frown. “That sounded way better in my head.”

“It comes with practice, my young punawan,” Ryan said, walking inside while she closed the door behind. From within, the orphanage looked as dilapidated as the outside, with wallpaper peeling from the walls, and only one lamp for two rooms. Sarah wagged her new toy at Ryan, guiding him through.

Now that he could take a good look inside, Ryan grew convinced that this place had been an animal shelter first, and repurposed into an orphanage years afterward. The kids had made bedrooms out of caged compartments originally meant for animals, half of them already sleeping or reading old books from Jules Verne; some of the children slept with a cat or dog under their bedsheets.

He found Len in the kitchen, cooking fish for a group of four kids gathered around a table.

His old friend wore the same brown diving suit as last time, and she kept the water gun in a corner of the room. The kitchen clearly lacked equipment, since Len used a camping stove for the meat.

She immediately froze still upon seeing him, Ryan removing his hat and mask like a true gentleman. “Riri,” she said.

“Who is this, ma?” Ryan recognized the speaker as the girl whom Psyshock tried to brainjack, Giulia. He examined her facial features, the vague shape of her skull, and a chill went down his spine.

Psyshock had a similar facial structure when he attacked Ryan at Shroud’s shack.

He also noticed the boy that had been playing with Sarah, before the Psychos attacked the area. His golden retriever waited at his side, looking at the dish while wagging his tail. “He looks weird…” he said, observing Ryan’s costume.

“He’s a magician,” Little Sarah showed them her Desert Eagle. “Look!”

“Sarah,” Len scolded her but took no step to remove the gun. “What did I tell you? Don’t point weapons around, especially not at strangers.”

“It’s fine, Ma, I know how to use them!” the little girl pouted in response.

“Yeah right, you can’t even hit a soda can at three meters,” a boy taunted her, Sarah pinching him in the arm. “It’s true!”

“Ryan, this is Sarah, Giulia, Romain, Albus, and Valeria,” Len made the introductions, before looking at the courier with a conflicted face. “Kids this is Ryan. He’s an old… an old friend.”

“Does he come from the magical place?” little Valeria asked, a dark-skinned brunette no older than twelve.

“You don’t talk about the magical place to strangers!” Sarah told her, the other girl putting her hands on her mouth. “Sorry, Ma.”

“It’s okay,” Len replied, putting a hand on Sarah’s shoulder. “Can you serve the food to the others and make sure everyone gets their share? I must talk with my friend.”

“Is he your friend or your boyfriend?” one of the boys pestered her. “I want to know!”

Len responded with a strained smile, while Ryan remained silent. If it had been anyone else, he would have cracked a joke, but he didn’t want to embarrass her. “I’ll be back soon,” Len promised, grabbing the water gun and leading the courier outside the kitchen. The kids looked at them with suspicion, Sarah clapping hands to get their attention.

Adorable.

“It’s nice, what you’re doing here,” the courier started, immediately finding his words awkward. Len had that effect on him nowadays, to the point he couldn’t do sarcasm in her presence.

The invisible barrier between them wouldn’t fall anytime soon.

up towards a stairway. “We can go to the roof. They’ll listen

would follow and try to eavesdrop on them anyway. He knew children all too well; none of them could resist the lure of

locking it behind them. Ryan sat at the edge, his feet dangling into the void. His old friend glanced at him before sitting in

polluted air, the stars shone as bright as ever. It made Ryan wonder if he should invest a few loops in researching how to build his own spaceship and explore

ski vacation on Pluto sounded

courier spoke up first. “We always debated

she replied. “It’s all dark and cold beyond our little

alone,” Ryan argued back. “And if you

realized his attempt at small talk just made it awkward. “Did we...” Len trailed off, biting her lower lip. “Did we already have

seemed Len still trusted him somewhat, even after all this time. “We only talked once, in your house under the sea,” Ryan admitted. “You told me you didn’t want to see me after I led the Carnival

it was true,” Len muttered to herself. “Time-travel. It’s… it’s possible since many Violets can alter spacetime on a limited basis.

last one made a few hours

video games?” Ryan had always loved playing with them, whenever he found a console that still worked. “Can

courier shook his head. “When I create a new point, it erases the first. I wish I could save your father, save us, save the world, but I can’t. I can’t change the past, only the present,

instantly regretted his bluntness, but he had to say it. He couldn’t let her get any false hope up. “How does it work?” she asked more questions. “You create or travel

Schrodinger’s Cat? The thought experiment? Some psychopath puts a cat in a black box, where the animal has a fifty-fifty percent

replied. Of course she would, she read everything she could get her hands on. “I

out, I’m a

spacetime continuum,” he explained. “It’s a black box where all of time and space happens. All moments in

small to contain the whole universe,” Len replied, smiling thinly. The sight warmed Ryan’s heart;

just have to fold it enough

then does that mean there’s something

“A dimension outside space and time, the observer’s dimension. Let's call it

Purple World?” she

set on an exact name, but Purple World sounds nice.” Even Acid Rain seemed to agree. “The Purple World exists between all moments in time and points in space, though I only really

make sense out of his words. But she was smart, even without her power, and while it seemed outlandish, she agreed to

me exists in the Purple World, trapped between two seconds, and another me continues on; the person you’re facing right now. I’m

changed into

is spread between the two versions, I cheat. I collapse the timeline where I’m dead, and I create a new copy from my save point with the knowledge of the

to trigger that power, right?” Len asked, pleading. When Ryan

many times?” Ryan shrugged.

the compassion in Len’s gaze. She had remained ever

times. But past the first thirty or so, it became normal, like taking a cold shower every day. You get used to

more concerned for him. “But since you exist in two time periods, some conceptual powers, White Genomes, or memory-altering

someone like Cancel, wait, do you know Cancel?” Len nodded. “Cancel would cause my

Did you take...” she

take two Elixirs, like my father? Are you

both our reality and the Purple World align. This creates a temporal anomaly where I’m the only one capable of applying force to objects, and my power protects me from the negative side-effects. It’s a

of you fuse. You open

spent decades studying the Purple World, trying to see if I could use it to improve my power and make more than one save

Chronoradio, that’s why you made it?” she guessed, Ryan nodding in confirmation. “Did you succeed in

he replied, frowning at her. “By the way, how did

lower lip.

“You’ve been stalking me?”

She immediately changed the subject. “That

its power.” That was the only explanation for Acid Rain’s abilities. “Maybe all Violet Genomes derive their abilities from it. A

are you? It must have taken

don’t know,” the courier admitted. He had long lost count.

me all this time?” Now

anything against her. “I thought you were dead or out of reach after the first decades, so I just wandered off trying new things. It’s

appearing at the edge of

her

said, looking at him with clear guilt in her gaze. “You’ve been… you’ve spent

I—” He raised his

he could touch her,

crushed. “Just… just give me time to process all of this. It’s… all of this at once, it’s too much. It’s too

okay. We’ve got all the

face darkened even further.

die, everyone forgets you,” she said, wiping away

replied. “You’re the only person who knew me before the time loop. I know

less lonely.” Len glanced at him with compassion. “Is there no way for someone to remember you? To