who I met. There is no future-you. This is your future. All you are now is a battery. A battery to fuel my machine, to let me travel wherever I want, in the past, in the future—anywhere. And I’m not going to be like you. I’m going to be the hero you never could be.”
She slammed the door shut. The hydraulics hissed, and a wisp of smoke or steam or something clouded the glass faceplate. When it cleared, Heather’s face filled Franklin’s vision.
“You took a lot away from me that night,” she said, loudly enough for him to hear her through the glass. “But all I’m going to take from you now is your time.”
She flicked a switch, and a metal screen slid down over the faceplate.
Franklin was trapped in the darkness with nothing but time.