[ Fitz hesitates, but he ultimately steps to close the gap between them, placing a guiding hand on her clothed shoulder to steady and guide her. Just a nudge onward, where lights twinkle in the distance, growing brighter as the sun fades. ]

[ gently, ] The future hasn't been kind to this world.

[ this, he says, hinting at the many worlds theory. His tone turns solemn. ]

Humanity's impact on the earth — industrialisation, technological advancements, carelesslessness — has led to climate change and catastrophic geological phenomena. [ For now, he leaves out the world wars which ravaged the planet, knowing how that information might shake her, despite her impeccable composure. It certainly rattled him. Do they never learn? He keeps his hand in place for as long as she'll allow. ] Earth no longer resembles what we know, [ we, again he's with her. ] Large portions of land mass are now underwater, while others have been turned to uninhabitable wastelands.

[ only a short pause for that to sink in before he grasps at a thin shred of hope. ]

But what you know isn't gone. Time's only our perception: A line. Just 'cause we're at one point on the line doesn't mean the points before and after don't exist. You can go back to Point A the same way you travelled to Point B. [ a beat. ] In theory.