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Eske stood nervously before the incubator, gazing at his newborn daughter with mixed emotions. He felt a sense of awe and wonder at the tiny, fragile creature before him, yet at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of anxiety and disdain.

The birth of his daughter, who was still unnamed, had been traumatic for him and mainly for Nona. The labour was a spectacle of horror and gore, and at one point, it seemed as though they might lose Nona. Eske had been terrified at the thought of losing the love of his life, and the memory of those harrowing moments still haunted him. It would take a very long time before he could rid himself of that dreadful fear, or so he told himself.

As he looked at his daughter lying there in the incubator, he felt a flood of conflicting emotions. He was grateful that his Nona had survived and that their daughter was alive and well. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that he didn't know how to feel about this new addition to their family.

Eske had always imagined that the birth of his child would be a joyful and life-affirming experience, but the reality had been very different. He felt guilty for not feeling the overwhelming joy and love that he knew he should be feeling, but he couldn't help but be consumed by shame and regret.

He gazed down at her helplessly, wondering why he hadn't loved her from the moment she came into existence. Wasn't this what every father wanted? To have such an amazing gift bestowed upon them. Why did he find it so hard to appreciate or even acknowledge this wondrous miracle?

As he stood there, lost in thought, Robert approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

'She's doing well.'; Robert said, smiling reassuringly. 'She's a strong little fighter.'

Eske nodded absently. His mind was elsewhere.

Robert noticed his friend looking out through the glass wall: 'Do you want to hold her?'

It took Eske several seconds to realise that he was being asked if he wanted to touch his daughter. He smiled weakly and shook his head, then turned back towards the incubator again. For some reason, he found it difficult to look at his baby girl directly: 'I don't think I deserve it right now.'; he muttered under his breath.

'None sense, come with me.'; Robert replied kindly, leading the way over to where a nurse had laid out a small blanket. As soon as she saw Eske approach, she hurried forward and helped him lift his daughter up onto his arms.

'Careful with her head.'

Eske gently cradled his daughter against his chest, feeling a strange sensation of warmth radiating from her body. She wasn't crying, which surprised him somewhat. He expected her to make noise after having just emerged from inside her mother, but she remained perfectly silent. Her eyes were closed tightly, almost like someone in deep slumber, and she made no other movement than to breathe evenly.

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He held his daughter close, staring lovingly into her face for quite some time, trying to decide whether or not he liked the way she looked. It took him some time to understand that this little girl had his chin, his lips and his cheek. And her smell, what was wrong with her scent?

'Did you put something on her?'; Eske suddenly asked.

Robert frowned and lowered his gaze. 'No, nothing...'; he murmured quietly.

'Why does she smells so good?'; Eske continued inquisitively.

Robert and the nurse laughed: 'Buddy, you can smell it because she is your daughter.'

For once, Eske realised that he actually felt happy. 'Ava, that's her name. She likes it.'

As soon Eske finished his sentence, the nurse wrote on the incubator Ava P Schrodinger.

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Ava stumbled through the door of Skylab-84, her heart pounding in her chest. She had just returned from a harrowing journey through time, where her first jump in space and time was to save herself from a tragic fate at birth. But as she looked around the lab, her excitement and round were turned quickly into mundane horror.

The room's walls were covered with diagrams for some kind of intricate machinery, complex calculous and space-time maps she drew herself. She had once an outstanding math teacher.

Ava removed her helmet, releasing her dark black hair to fall down her shoulders. She could see with her dark tired eyes, from the visor, the planet Earth being torn apart by a massive time vortex, the fabric of the universe unravelling around it. The end of time was imminent, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it.

Ava felt a wave of hopelessness wash over her, and for a moment, she couldn't move. But then she remembered her little brother, who was in one of the lab's rooms, drooling and unresponsive, downloading thousands of timelines simultaneously.

Not only Earth Pi timeline itself as all the ones that their parents had collected over time. It was too much for Eve. He wasn't ready yet. Her little brother was only 14, and he couldn't jump yet and condemn himself to be a little boy forever.

She rushed to his quarter, her hands shaking as she tried to wake him up. But he remained in a catatonic state, oblivious to the chaos unfolding inside of him.

Ava felt a surge of desperation. She didn't know what to do. How to save her brother from the end of the world?

'Hey, Eve, I'm back. I saw mum, and I saw dad. It was really cool. In no time, it will be your turn, and then we can go whenever we want. Right?'; she cleaned his chin with her sleeve: 'Just hold on tight little prince, you are doing so good. You know you have dad's eyes. He looked really cool. Just hold on.'

Her voice cracked, and tears started rolling down her cheeks. She wiped them away angrily but eventually placed her head over her brother's chest and cried her heart out. 'I miss them so much, so, so, much.'

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