Scene Sunday #43

"...Wonder where he could've gotten to..."

"...Thanks, I'll make sure he gets it..."

"...Could use an extra hand..."

Omega took a breath in, then let it back out slowly, trying not to focus on the timelines around him trying to grab his attention. He knew that the space around him was silent; not much happened between timelines most of the time. But pulling his consciousness in so that he was alone with his thoughts was more difficult than it should have been.

"...Come back, we still need you..."

"...It's going to be a while before I can get it done..."

Another wave of anxiety threatened to sweep over him, and he tried to push it down. He'd asked Dusty to watch over the most volatile timelines while he took a break, and he was sure that if something that bad came up, he'd find out about it even like this.

Another breath in, then out. Everyone was fine. Things were going well for now. He couldn't think about the timelines left behind, he couldn't affect them anyways.

"...Where is everyone..?"

In and out, slowly, over and over. He couldn't think about the timelines beyond his reach. He wasn't infinite, nor did he want to be.

A small sense of quiet crept over him. He could still hear the usual chatter, but it was more muted than when he'd first come out here. He let himself drift aimlessly, trying not to focus on his own thoughts, just letting them drift by. He could head home later, for now the peace and quiet was very welcome.