The truth was that Billy loved his parents. They had raised him and they would always be his mom and dad no matter what. But somewhere deep inside, he had the urge, the desire to know the woman who, to put it frankly, created him.
It was quite some time before he spoke, his thoughts still racing when he finally did. "That means he has her now," he said softly, once he was sure continuity wasn't being fucked. God he hated time travel. Or, in this case, Alternate Universes.