Triggered by that intent, space-time bends once more. One second, Jonas is giving David a pitying look, just as he gets near enough to touch. The next, he's vanished.

"I'm not destroying the world," Jonas says, standing in the spot where this all started. His gun is strapped to his back, his hands occupied with something else: one of the bombs. This one's electronics are live again, or possibly they never stopped, because this particular bomb wasn't here a moment ago. At least, not this iteration of it.

He bends down to place it beside its twin.

"I'm fixing a mistake."