“What the- ok, ok…explain that one more time?” Nora said, inspecting the man standing before her.

“Alright, fine. But we’re running low on time here!” He took a deep breath. “I am your father. Your mother is in trouble, and Nora, Nora I need your help.” The man pleaded. If he really was Nora’s father, then his name was Damien and this mother figure was Arantaxa. That was all she knew about them

“But- what? You two end up leaving me at an orphanage! Why would I help you if it has the same outcome!”

Damien stood shocked.

“We do? Jeez…didn’t expect that one. I’m sure we either died, or had a really reeeeeaaaally good reason for that one.” Damien rubbed the back of his neck.

“Please help me save your mother.”

Nora’s face softened. Perhaps if she did help things would be changed in the future. Maybe she would wake up to two loving parents. It was a dumb, childish wish, but what did she have to lose?

“Fine.” Damien gave her a thankful smile and pulled her into a vortex.