The children decided to spend another night at the guild hall, not wanting to inconvenience their respective parents whilst sticking together. The members had dispersed after Simon's grim account of his childhood. The shock of the day was incredible, but couldn't quite distract from the gentle tinge of fear lacing the furthest crevices of all minds except one.

One who knew everything. One who had seen all there was to be seen, and had cried every tear in the book. One who lay awake.

But it wasn't the first sleepless night experienced by Simon, dreading the cruel, heartless toll of morning bells and biting, scraping freshness of arising from his only safe place.

Tomorrow was the day. The day when he would discover if he failed, if her succeeded, if she died.

A slow, horrible rumbling echoed throughout the quivering bones of the guild hall.

"Jane...? What's happening?" Nashi groaned in a groggy inquiry, yawning and wiping her eyes.

"Not sure, but I think we shoul- Look out!"

But her scream was in vain. The floorboards from the hall above them came thundering down like a wooden, splintering avalanche. Vivid salmon hair was no longer visible.

"Nashi! Nashi, can you hear me!?" Sylvia screamed, "You said I was meant to die, not her!"

Arriving guild members could be heard shouting and screaming above, some volunteering to go, and to rescue the children below. Loud, careless footsteps came bowling down the stairs, arms, legs, shouts, grabbing, pulling, yanking, clasping. The sensation of being pulled, dragged, scraped.

They gathered in the streets, six time travellers, hundreds of mixing, melting, merging screams.

"SILENCE!"

Makarov had yanked the reins of the chaos for now.

" Are all of the children safe?" He questioned, his voice grave and growling.

"I said are all of the children safe!?"

...

"We left Nashi... She got hit by the ceiling as it fell..." Sylvia began to cry as she spoke.

Before Makarov could even respond, a flash of salmon hair buzzed amongst the crowds. It didn't belong to Nashi.

"Natsu, wait! Don't go in there, it's falling apart! It's not safe!" Erza cried, but no no avail. He had already gone back into the guild. Even if it wasn't his child in this timeline, there was another version of him waiting on her return. He wouldn't let him down...