We made it to my fathers house. I walked up and saw him and Morgan.
"Crystal!" Morgan jumped out of my dads arms and ran to me. I lifted her up.
"Hey Morgan." I smiled. My dad smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"How are you?" He asked me.
"Never been better." I lied. "You?"
"Glad to see you again." He smiles.
"Crystal, i made you something." Morgan told me as i set her down.
"Really?"
"Imma go and get it." She ran off.
"We need to talk." I told my dad. Steve and Scott came out of the car.
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"At least give me a warning." We all went on porch and my dad poured some chocolate milk for us. We started to tell him about time travel.
"Now, we know what it sounds like..." Scott began. "Tony after everything you've seen, is anything really impossible..."
"Quantum fluctuation messes with the Planck scale, which then triggers the Deutsch proposition. Can we agree on that?" My dad said as he looked at me.
"Yes." I shly said.
"Thank you. In Layman's terms, it means you're not coming home."
"I did." Scott told him.
"No. You accidentally survived. It's a--- It's a billion-to-one cosmic fluke. And now you wanna pull a... What do you call it? A time heist?" I started to close my eyes but i kept and trying to open them. I was so tired.
"Yeah. Time heist." Scott said softly.
"Of course. Why didn't we think of this before?" He again looked at me. "Oh! Because it's laughable? Because it's a pipedream?"
"The stones are in the past. We can go back and we can get them." Steve said.
"We can snap our own fingers. We can bring everybody back." I told my father.
"Or screw it up worse than he already has, right?" My father added. "Gotta say this. Sometimes, I miss that giddy optimism. However, high hopes won't help if there's no logical, tangible, way for me to safely execute said time heist. I believe the most likely outcome will be our collective demise."
"Not if we strictly follow the rules of time travel. That means no talking to our past selves, no betting on sporting events..."
"I'm gonna stop you right there, Scott. Are you seriously telling me that your plan to save the universe is based on Back to the Future?" My father questioned him. There we go again, closing my eyes.
