filtered against evil, moriarty clan and katherine
The wheels are turning Broken machinery It grinds below us And all around I see The cracked ceilings The old familiar halls The dirty paper That’s covering the walls
changes. people switched back to normal and not right. time is on a collision course. future made mistakes. present to fix. present to the dark future and that future confused. large changes. she's been outed by future information. the seams splintered and now are torn. we're all torn. how to decide what can be shared what cannot be? who makes that choice? the paradox just got worse.