Present Day
August 21 2045.
I looked at F.A.B with pity as she wiped her eyes and I reached out my hand to pat her back, she lost both her husband and son, two important figures in her life in a single day. No that's bad, now all she has are memories of them...just like all I have are memories of my mother.
"Do you have pictures of them?" I asked and she looked at me and nodded, then she went in to bring the pictures. When she returned, she handed me 3 printed photographs of the three of them, one of her son, one of her husband and one of all three of them.
"That." She started, pointing at the one of all three of them, "was the day they were assassinated."
I nodded, understanding how special it is.
"I'll hand them to you in a few weeks."
"What?" She asked.
"Don't worry, just rela
