::Petunius pants as he runs into the trees, and doesn't allow himself to catch his breath until some ten minutes later, when he's at a decent distance from the shots and cries of his comrades. Leaning against a tree, he sinks down and puts his head in his hands, trying not to give in to the despair and hopelessness that is overcoming him.::

::The sound of birds, bees and gunfire suddenly disappear as Aurellia appears in front of Petunius.::

::The man spins around and steps back on seeing Aurellia. She has no weapons, so he relaxes.::

"This is no safe place for you."

"It's not for you, either."

::Petunius will now see a vision that feels like he's actually in it; like it's reality. He is ambushed by several guards who know he's one of the ringleaders of the resistance. They take him to the town and tie him to a stake, pouring oil and dried leaves over the kindling at his feet. And then they set light to it. Petunius feels pain, blinding pain, as the fires creep up his body and burn him, melting his clothes onto his skin and blistering all of it together. The vision ends only moments before Petunius is about to die.::

::Petunius is standing rigid, eyes screwed shut, a look of agony on his face. He wonders if he's dead when suddenly the pain stops, but sees that he's still with the strange woman when he opens his eyes. Not knowing how else to react, he lashes out and grabs her wrist.::

"What was that?"

"The future. Your future, if you do not accept what I am about to offer you."

::Looking confused, Petunius lets go of Aurellia and steps back.::

"What do you mean? What offer?"

(It was so real.)

"I come from somewhere there is another version of you, Petunius. You can switch places with him. He lives in the future, five hundred years from now. He kills people. Surely he deserves that death, not you."

::Petunius tries to wrap his head around this sudden, incredible news.::

"But..."

::He wants to protest that he can change his own future, but the vision was such that he is quite certain it will happen.::

"I die for my cause."

"A lost cause, Petunius."

"No! If I die, then... then they will listen! The Spanish will-"

"The Spanish kill you. Why would your death change anybody's mind?"

"It is a death fit for my beliefs. An honourable death."

::Aurellia shakes her head with a sad smile.::

"Petunius... the resistance loses. You die, they all die, and Cuba becomes Spanish territory. This is what happens. Your death is pointless, a waste. A waste of a man who is strong, and capable, and a good leader. A man who would do better in the future."

::Petunius sighs. He's coming around.::

"Who is this... 'other' me?"

"He is a hardened man, caring only for his own causes and pleasure. He is, in many ways, the complete opposite of you. Ruthless and cruel. He kills people like me, Petunius. Sometimes he even considers it sport."

::Petunius looks disgusted.::

"How can I end up such a way?"

"I traced it all back to here, Petunius. This life. If you hadn't died in this life, none of the corruption your soul went through over the centuries would've happened. If you care about your life now, and all future lives, then you will come with me and send the future self back to an appropriate fate."

::Petunius looks down, swallowing quietly. When he looks up again, his eyes are sad.::

"Does my death here really mean nothing?"

"I'm sorry."

::The man looks down at his hands, then turns his head to stare unseeingly through the trees. He thinks it over. Aurellia has him convinced. It's for the best of himself, and the others he will be able to help in the future. Maybe he can do more from then.::

"I will come with you."

::Aurellia smiles.::

"You've made the right choice."

::She takes his hand and they return to the fourth dimension.::

::Having heard various sounds of the fighty fight kind, Petunius keeps himself hidden in some bushes over there while keeping an eye out for anyone that may turn up.::

(Stupid past self. Stupid fourth dimension. Stupid psychic for not telling me about this.)

"Start a sweep of the forest! I want no inch unsearched!"

(Of course. He just had to say that.)

::Petunius remains as quiet and still as possible. And naturally he then gets the urge people do in these situations. A tickling sensation assaults his nasal passages and before he knows what's happened, he's let out a loud sneeze.::

"That way! Quick!"

::The sounds of several men running through the trees is getting louder.::

::Petunius' heart begins to beat more fiercely. Could they really have heard that? It's the middle of the forest, where all sorts of noises exist. Making a decision quickly, he scoots lower into the bush and remains as still as possible, hoping that the mob would miss him.::

::The sound of heavy footsteps get closer and Petunius will see some legs run past him, the guards shouting commands to one another.::

"He can't get away. Miguel saw him. It's one of the leaders. Cayo wants him alive."

::Petunius holds his breath and keeps it that away until the guards have passed, exhaling with relief once he's sure he's relatively safe.::

(What the hell did he...or I...do in this time?)

::He slowly gets onto his hands and knees and methodically begins to crawl away from the direction of the guards, making sure that each movement was timed with whatever natural sounds where around him. After a good distance of crawling, he forces himself to his feet and breaks into a run, with no idea of where he's going. All he knows is that he has to get away from here. After a while of aimless running, he winds up at the resistance barracks.::

::Sharon and Piper come racing between some trees before the former skids to a halt under cover of a very large one.::

"Are they following?"

::Looking behind her, Piper catches her breath while listening for any signs.::

"I don't think so. My freeze should hold for a while, anyway."

::She sighs and unzips her top.::

"Hopefully whoever came through here knows how to defend themselves, anyway."

"Mm."

::Sharon peers out through the trees towards the settlement in the distance.::

"I wonder which side our one is fighting on. I wonder what war this is, actually."

"I barely even know where Cuba is anyway."

::Piper looks cringey and looks around.::

"Well. Let's get moving."

::They find their way to the guard barracks.::