Changed by Time ✔

epilogue.

Six months later...

"So, Wendy," Dr. Faye said, readjusting her seated position and pulling out her notes offscreen, "now that you've had six months to grieve, how are you feeling about your mother's death?"

"Honestly, it still hurts when I think about those moments leading up to it. I think I'm able to truly cope with those feelings now though," Wendy explained, running a hand through her hair.

"Did changing your hair or even your environment have something to do with that?"

Wendy cut her hair to just above her shoulders and fully dyed it smokey blue, allowing her natural curls to come through as well. As for her environment...

"I feel a bit closer to Mom and just who I am now that I've changed my hair. And moving into the city with Nolan was definitely a big change, but I know it was the right thing to do. He's just the right person to be with."

"Have you heard anything about the SuperSource recently? Maybe something about the other people who lost their lives down there?"

Wendy shook her head. "I really haven't. I think the Irish government has been keeping it really quiet since there is a meteorite there."

"Right." Dr. Faye pushed aside her notepad, leaning against her desk as she got closer to the camera. "You know that my sessions are not recorded, correct?"

Wendy nodded.

"And that you have doctor-patient confidentiality unless I see that you are a harm to yourself or others, right?"

"Yup."

"So, I've got to ask," Dr. Faye began. "Everything you've told me in the past six months is unbelievable. I mean that in a way that it almost seems like it's a story from a novel, not that it didn't happen—"

"What's your question, Dr. Faye?"

"It's just... why would you talk about all of this? Not the trauma, of course I understand that, but everything else. You went into such detail about everything, and I mean everything. You could've just as easily made up another situation to keep everything else that isn't relevant a secret, but you didn't. Why?"

"That's simple." Wendy leaned back in her chair. "I figured that I'd get better treatment and help if I included everything. And I'll tell you what I told Nolan when I first met him – even if you told someone else, they wouldn't believe you."

--

Wendy floated above the kitchen counter, placing some of the less used glasses on the higher shelves. Nolan walked in, placing the box onto the kitchen table as he looked over to her.

"What do you think about going downtown to explore some of the cafés tomorrow, Wends?" Nolan asked, pulling out some of the table covers and placing them down to organize them. "I heard there was one right next to an antique shop a couple blocks down."

"That sounds like a good idea. How about we go after lunch tomorrow—" She was cut off by her phone buzzing.

Wendy dropped back down to the ground and pulled her phone out of her back pocket. She jumped back up onto the counter as she sat on the edge.

"Who is it?" Nolan questioned.

"Blocked number."

"Probably spam."

"Probably not." She answered the phone, holding up to her ear as she said, "Hello?"

"Wendy Myer?" They had a deep voice, clearly put through a modulator.

"Ye—"

"The stories left out some important details."

Wendy furrowed her brows. "What are you talking about? 'The stories'? What stories?"

"The SuperSource did not just produce a substance that grants abilities like yours. The meteorite itself allowed the originals to gain enough of its material to create a weapon that creates superhumans with a single cut."

"I'm sorry? Who is this?"

"Do with that what you will. But know this – you will no longer be alone."

They hung up. Wendy pulled the phone from her face, simply staring down at the screen.

"What was that about?" Nolan asked with a slight laugh, looking up from the box. His face instantly turned to concern as soon as he saw hers. "What's wrong?"

"I... I don't know yet." She placed the phone onto the counter next to her. "I don't want to know."