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♱ 2011 ♱
CALIFORNIA WASN'T A STATE THAT WAS PARTICULARLY KNOWN FOR BEING COLD, however that December night the temperatures seemed to have dropped from its usual heat. All around town families gathered to decorate their homes with Christmas decor, whilst others either curled up to watch a festive movie or moan about the holiday season as a whole. However for Louisa Walker, the night was far from seasonal.
The baby in the cardboard box she had been carting around stirred with a soft cry, causing her to freeze up once more with emotion. The baby she had given birth to earlier that day had come as an intense shock to the woman, who was by all counts not pregnant. Within the course of a week, her stomach had grown from almost completely flat to massively extended. Louisa had originally put the cause down to intense bloating, until she had started having labour pains mere hours ago.
She wasn't ready for a child, she wouldn't have been ready if actually given the full nine months to prepare for it and she certainly wouldn't be now without even knowing about it. Above all else the notion that a baby had grown so quickly inside of her, a baby that couldn't possibly have existed in the first place, frightened her to no end. She contemplated alien abduction, even wondered if she had somehow sat on a toilet seat that was covered in sperm. The woman thought of every possible condition that could have led to this, but there was no denying the child in her arms was her child.
The baby had the same skin tone, the same dark brown hair in tufts across her head and wide doe-eyes that looked so much like the pictures she had seen of herself as a baby.
The nuns seemed to be the best bet, if not a little medieval. She half-contemplated leaving the baby at a fire station but worried they wouldn't be present and her baby would be left to freeze. Taking a moment as she approached the front door, Louisa felt a tear drop down her cheek and land on the baby's blanket. She had always wanted a child, but when she was much older and married. Not young, and with no support.
"Wait!" Mallory jumped out, seemingly from the shadows. Louisa clamped a hand over her mouth to hold back a scream in shock, horrified that she had been blatantly caught in the act.
"Who are you?" Louisa questioned the young woman.
In truth, Mallory had taken a risk when she called out 'Tempus Infinituum' as she hadn't truly thought of where exactly she was going. Going back in time and stopping him from ever being born would have been the best bet, but she worried about the undoing of history too much. The words whispered between Cordelia and Myrtle had met her ears even in her tired state, and from what she gathered she knew Molly's existence would end without Michael's.
It felt wrong to her to do such a thing, almost like committing murder. Doubtless, something had to be done to prevent the apocalypse from ever coming to pass again, but not in the selfless way Molly had presented to her. Gripping Michael's lock of hair, she simply let it tie her to a point in time that she could have truly made a difference - which is how she found herself in front of the convent on the day of Molly's birth, where her mother was about to leave her on the doorstep. It was curious how Michael's hair brought Mallory to Molly, but perhaps the two were more tied than everyone ever previously thought.
