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What do we have here?

Valentine's Day, huh? Jeez, I forgot about that holiday.

This is insane . . . and that's saying something, coming from me. I've seen a lot of stuff, particularly recently, but this is- this is more than that. I've heard the spiel about being brought here, but that isn't exactly an answer. That doesn't explain why I'm here, or what the hell is going on. I can't time travel anymore. I shouldn't be here.

Dammit, I need to get back. I have to make sure it's over everything is taken care of.

This is not where I wanted to end up. Things were going so well. Things were all going so well. We were staying out of it. We were out of it all. We just wanted to live our lives and not have to worry about sides and squabbling and who was going to overthrow who. Things weren't supposed to end like this. They're both dead. They're both dead. I lost the only family that I had left. And...god, what did I do? I couldn't control it. How many? Four years without... How many more people did I...

I'm sorry. Oh, God. I'm sorry.

Last hope for humanity, my ass. If this is it, we're all fucking screwed. I'm no scientist. I don't have any idea how to stop some fucking pandemic. Unless it's some sort of sentient virus, and I can just tell it to stop, I'm useless here. I have things to do back where I belong.