Camp Moody

Me and Tara left the wrecked ship. We made our way back to the outpost and continued to build it. We built a couple more sections and came up with a name for it.

"So, what do you think we should name the outpost," I asked Tara.

"Let me think," Tara replied. "How about Camp Moody?"

"I like it!" I responded. "It's a nice tribute to Port Moody."

"I agree, Ricky," Tara said. "It still saddens me that Rocky Point Shore and Port Moody were destroyed by the falling stars, just like almost everything else in this dimension of British Columbia."

"Yeah, this isn't the happiest dimension of British Columbia, that's for sure," I replied.

The destruction that was done to British Columbia of the future is a harsh reminder of the dangerous game of life and death that The Keeper of Time has placed me and Tara into.