Lieutenant Young stepped aboard the ship, looking back at her fiancee, Rei. He smiled, and nodded, as she took her final steps on the I.S.S Yamamoto. A single tear ran down her cheek, as the doors slowly sealed, along with her fate. They were on a voyage to the Andromeda galaxy, millions of light years away. Everyone knew what to do; step inside the cryo pods, and count to thirteen. That's about the amount of time it takes to fall asleep and go into metabolic stasis, and then they'd awake a hundred years from then, when they are close enough to their destination. Sumara did just that, and began to count.

"An, be, kho, śen, jo, sei...ka...te...nùr...lei...leán...lebé...lekkò." She said, getting sleepier and sleepier after each number. "Sláre, Rei. Goodbye..." Sumara said weakly, as she drifted off to sleep, hoping this would all be over soon.

When Sumara woke up, she opened her pod, expecting to see people bustling around, preparing for the landing on Idèle, their target destination. But what she saw terrified her more than anything; She saw nobody. Everyone else was still in their pods, unmoving, still in metabolic stasis. She got up from her pod, and frantically began to look around the large room, desperate to find someone, anyone who was awake. Perhaps it was an elaborate prank? She laughed. They must have been planning this since they left.

"Haha, very funny guys. You can come out now, jokes over. I said the jokes over, and as your Lieutenant, I'm ordering you to come out now." She said, now upset. The joke had gone too far. But when nobody but the silence drowning the room responded, she began to worry. What if...what if she was the only crew member awake?

'Wait,' She thought, 'There's a computer system aboard. I can just ask how much longer we have until we land. Hopefully they wake up soon.' Sumara thought.

"Atlas!" She said, speaking the computer's name. It responded.

"Yes, Lieutenant Young?" It asked. She nodded. At least the computer was active.

"How much longer until we land on Idèle?" Sumara asked.

"At our current velocity, the landing on Idèle is approximately...ninety-seven years from now." Atlas answered. Sumara couldn't believe it. They weren't even halfway to the planet. She fell to her knees, and sobbed. She sobbed because she realized that she would probably die on that ship. That she would never see Rei again. Never get married to him. She'd be stranded in space...forever. Through her sobs, she somehow found the strength to ask Atlas another question.

"Atlas, h-how long ha-has it been s-since t-takeoff?" She said, her voice catching.

"Two and a half years, Lieutenant." It replied. When he said that, she could feel herself slipping, and she fell to the ground, as everything around her began to fade to black.

Thomas closed his laptop.

"That's enough writing for now. I should probably check in on the Magium." He said, yawning as he sat down on his hardwood floor, cross-legged. Closing his eyes, he focused on his world, the Magium. He saw the main character, in the middle of a battle.

'I remember this scene. Damion gets his sword knocked from his hand, he gets some high ground, does a back flip and breaks the bad guy's neck and saves the- wait, hold on. What just happened? I do not remember writing the scene that way!' Thomas thought, as he witnessed his main character teleport away from his enemy using magic. He was shocked. He sprung up from the floor, ending the vision and frantically looking through old Google Documents to see if he had re-written the original scene. When he couldn't find anything suggesting that on his laptop, he searched through old notebooks, desperately trying to know how one of his own creations could go against what he had written.

He picked up one of the oldest notebooks he had started writing in. Even looking at it brought back memories of simpler times. But there was no time to focus on the good days, he had work to do. He scoured through the pages, until he finally found what he had written. He reads it aloud to himself.

"Damion picks up the sword. He doesn't have much knowledge of how to wield it, so he slashes at the man without precision or form, and the man quickly disarms him. Damion back away, noticing that he was backing into an incline. He turned around and ran, straight up the hill. He could hear the man's footsteps behind him, and his body, without thinking, reacted. He jumped, flipping backwards in the air, reached for the man's chin, and twisted as hard as he could. He heard a crack, and the man crumpled to the ground as Damion landed on his feet.

"He turns around, and cautiously checks the man's breathing. He was dead. Damion shakes his head, and leaves." Thomas said, confused. How had Damion derailed from the story he had planned? Suddenly, Thomas had an idea.

'If I go back in time, I can figure out a way to make sure he doesn't derail again. I'm a genius.' He thought to himself, as he sat down cross-legged once more, focusing on where in Damion's timeline he wanted to go.

"I want to go...here," He said, and suddenly, he was somewhere else. In the distance, he could see a hill. He must be in the place Damion will derail. "I'm not sure how many minutes away I am before Damion meets up with the mysterious man, but it's fine. Okay, so if I focus enough, I should be able to force Damion to not go off the plan. But I won't know if that'll work. Maybe I should-" He said, spotting Damion and the man. Thomas quickly turned invisible, to prevent being spotted himself.

"Here kid, I'm Quill. Take this." The man said, tossing a sword in front of Damion. He picked it up, and attacked. He failed. Damion backed up, and ran away from the man, who was quickly catching up.

'I know what to do!' Thomas thought, as he stretched his mind towards Damion's, and seized control of his body. He then flipped backwards, and broke the man's neck. Damion had saved the day. Or rather, himself. He stopped controlling him, and looked at the Timeline again. He went back, and found himself back in his apartment once more, cross-legged on the floor. He sighed, as that was not only a close call, but an encounter which drained him of his energy. He climbed onto his bed.

'Man, that was a stupid reason to go back in time.' Thomas thought to himself, as he drifted on to sleep, exhausted from the experience.