FLASHLIGHT BEAMS stab through the darkened corridor hunting for him. ALARMS SOUND. GUARDS are heard shouting to each other. Evan grabs a cardboard box and hides under a doctor's desk. He grabs some paper and begins writing in shorthand.
If anyone finds this, then I guess
my plan didn't work and I'm already
dead...
He takes a deep breath
But if I can just go back to the beginning of all this,
I still might be able to save him.
Fatigue overwhelms him, but he continues writing
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My Butterfly | Paul X Bolton
FanfictionIf I knew the power of a single wish, after all. Invisible and inevitable, like a butterfly that beats its wings in one corner of the globe and with that single action changes the weather halfway across the world. - Paul X Bolton
