You apologize to Heather for failing the universe. The entire human race. Her.
Heather looks you in the eye, her face blotchy and covered in tears. "It's okay, Default. I would've done the same thing if I were you."
She pulls you close and kisses you on the lips, her arms wrapping around your neck. You kiss her back, holding her tight.
"W-what?! What's happening?!" You turn to Betty, who's screaming and hitting the Continuum Transfunctioner. "Who told you to turn off? Who?!"
The Transfunctioner speaks. "That's the power of love!"
Betty cocks his head to the side, confounded, and the buff guy from earlier pokes his head out, looking from side to side suspiciously.
"Yeah, sure, love. Not at all this remote control I have right here."
Betty throws the Transfunctioner down on the ground and stomps about, screaming. "No no no!"
The Transfunctioner speaks again. "Flamethrower engaged."
Betty stops. "Wait, wha-"
Fwoosh!
Betty, along with everyone at the conference table, are engulfed in flames, and they quickly fall to the ground, all life functions ceased for good.
Excuse my morbidity, but they smell delicious.
You turn back to Heather, whose eyes glow with a yellow tint from the fire still consuming Betty. She's smiling at you.
>> Keep holding her?