Oppenheimer and Lloyd were both peacefully resting in their sleeping bags underneath the starry sky on top of a desert plateau. The campfire softly crackling in the night air. Tiny embers drifting in the soft midnight breeze.

Suddenly Oppenheimer's eyes shot open and he immediately sat up. His eyes started rapidly fliting around scanning the area for an unseen threat. Upon noticing that there is nothing threatening in the surrounding area he took a few deep breaths to slow down his rapid heart beat. Lying back down and closing his eyes he tried to go back to sleep. After a few minutes he opened his eyes and quietly sighed. Getting out of the sleeping bag he then stood up and began walking to the edge of the plateau.

Stopping at the edge of the plateau he then sat down and gazed out at the vast empty desert. Eventually he heard footsteps approaching him. Lloyd then sat down beside him.

"Are you alright Oppie?" Lloyd asked.

"I'm fine Lloyd just thinking about a lot of things," Oppenheimer replied. "I always have had a lot to think about. But never have had the time to think about it."

"I understand that you have a lot to think about," he said. "Especially with what happened at the laboratory."

"It's not just that I'm thinking about Lloyd," he replied. "It's mainly what happened in the past and what might happened in the future."

Oppenheimer then got up off the ground and dusted his clothes off. Wandering over to the campfire he sat down in front of it and gazed into the flames with a look of deep guilt in his eyes. Lloyd wandered over to the campfire and stood in front of it and noticed the sorrow in Oppenheimer's deep blue eyes. 

"Nature is a powerful force. But I fear that what I have created is more destructive than any force of nature," he said with a hint of regret.

"It haunts you doesn't it?" he asked.

"Yes it always has. Truth is I wish that I didn't have to create something so destructive and terrifying," he replied as he rubbed his tired eyes. "I suppose that we should go back to getting some rest."

"That's probably the best thing to do Oppie," he said. "Rest is important and we do need it for the journey ahead."

Oppenheimer then got up and walked back over to his sleeping bag and climbed back into it. Closing his eyes he began to drift off into a peaceful slumber. Although that peace wouldn't last because his peaceful dreams began to twist into horrifying nightmares.

Oppenheimer glanced around and noticed that he was standing on a highway leading to a city that had been completely flattened. His eyes widened with shock and horror at the utter devastation of the city in front of him. Nothing was left except piles of concrete and steel. The air smelled metallic and smokey.

Oppenheimer began to follow the highway towards the city. Upon getting closer to the city he heard a woman scream which caused him to stop in his tracks and look around. But he noticed that there was no one in sight so he continued to walk towards the city.

Eventually he got to the immediate outskirts of the city and he noticed a large sign which was charred and full of holes yet still readable. He stopped and read the sign which said "Welcome to New York."

"No. This can't be happening."

"This can't be true."

"This can't be real. New York can't be destroyed."

Oppenheimer continued his walk into New York. Upon entering the city he examined the immense destruction with a sense of shock and guilt. Suddenly he heard the scream again except this time it was much louder as if every person from the city was screaming at him at once. He then fell to his knees and covered his ears trying to block out the screams. He also squeezed his eyes shut so he could no longer look at the destruction. The screams continued to torment him and he started to feel tears slowly stream down his face as if he felt the pain of the thousands who had perished.

Eventually the screams stopped and Oppenheimer opened his eyes. Upon opening his eyes he noticed that he was no longer in the city. There was nothing except darkness surrounding him. He oddly felt like he was drifting and the air felt incredibly light. Suddenly the whole entire solar system came into view and he noticed that he was floating in front of the Earth. Oppenheimer looked around with amazement. He then turned his attention back to what was in front of him.

Suddenly the atmosphere of the Earth started glowing with flames which began to rapidly spread across the entire planet. Oppenheimer watched out of sheer horror realizing there was nothing that he could do.

Oppenheimer thought to himself out of shame. "I created a weapon that has started a cycle that I can't stop. The world might be destroyed because of me. And I can't stop it."

Eventually the whole Earth was engulfed in flames and Oppenheimer looked away out of shame and regret. Suddenly the Earth exploded sending large pieces of rock flying in multiple directions. One part of the Earth smashed into the Moon causing it to be split in two. Oppenheimer felt more tears starting to run down his face and he started to weep for the destruction of the Earth and for everyone who had perished.

"Oppie?"

"Wake up Oppie."

"Your alright. Just wake up. I know that you can hear me."

Oppenheimer slowly opened his eyes and allowed them to adjust to the early morning light. He felt his heart thumping in his chest. A couple of tears slowly ran down his cheeks as if they were left over from his nightmare. Taking a couple of deep breaths he then focused on Lloyd who was standing in front of him gazing down at him with a look of concern.

"You were sobbing in your sleep," he said. "Are you alright?"

"It's just something that I don't want to talk about right now," he replied.

"I understand that. We all have our demons to deal with," he said.

Oppenheimer then got out of his sleeping bag and began to roll it up. After rolling it up he then got up off the ground and walked over to his hiking bag which was sitting on top of a rock. Opening his hiking bag he put the sleeping bag in it. Closing his hiking bag up he then picked it up and put it on his back. Glancing over at Lloyd he noticed that he was smiling and that he had already packed up his sleeping bag and was ready to continue the journey.

"So are we ready to go then Oppie?" he asked with a cheerful smile.

"I suppose that we are ready to continue this journey," he replied.

Oppenheimer and Lloyd began to walk across the vast plateau. Feeling the the burning heat radiating from the sun beating down on them. Oppenheimer tilted his hat down over his eyes in order to hide the pain still in his eyes. Lloyd looked over at Oppenheimer and noticed that he was concealing his eyes. He decided to not to ask about it.

"Where are we going now Oppie?" he asked trying to not sound concerned.

"We are going to go to my ranch," he replied. "To grab more supplies and get a decent amount of rest."

"That's good. I mean I'm not really use to sleeping outside in a desert," he said. "Anyways I need to ask you something important Oppie."

"What do you need to ask?" he replied.

"Who do we need to meet once we get to Germany?" he asked out of curiosity.

"Werner Heisenberg," he replied. "An old friend of mine who became my rival in the war. But due to what is going on I hope that things have changed between us."

***

A few hours later in Emden, Germany a middle aged man with icy blue eyes and short messy dark brown hair who was wearing long chocolate brown pants, a cream colored shirt, a long maroon woolen coat and some black boots was standing on a wharf. The man was holding a wooden fishing rod in his hand. Staring at the fiery sunset the man cast his line out into the still ocean. The cool ocean breeze softly blowing against his clothes and skin.

After a few minutes he heard some footsteps softly creaking on the wooden wharf. He then placed his rod down on the wharf. Turning around the man noticed a teenage girl with long straight light brown hair, hazel eyes and some freckles on her cheeks. The girl was wearing a long sky blue dress and some black shoes. The girl cautiously approached the man with a hint of curiosity.

"I have noticed that you have been out here for awhile sir," the girl said.

"Fishing takes time and a lot of patience," the man replied.

"You don't seem like you are from around here," the girl said. "Where are you from?"

"Berlin. I left there a couple of weeks ago," the man replied.

The man turned back around and picked his fishing rod back up and continued to watch the sun slowly setting. The girl walked to the edge of the wharf and stood beside the man. She then looked up at the man with a small smile. The man glanced at the girl and gave her a smile then went back to staring at the ocean.

"May I ask what your name is sir?" the girl asked politely.

"My name is Wilhelm Hartmann," he replied. "What is your name young one?"

"My name is Karolin Assing and it is nice to meet you Mr. Hartmann," she said.

"It is nice to meet you too young one," he replied.

Suddenly Wilhelm felt a strong tug on his fishing rod and he started quickly reeling the line in. Upon reeling the line in he noticed that there was a large fish hooked on the end of his rod. Carefully removing the hook out of the fishes mouth and holding it by the tail. He then placed it on the wharf and took a knife out of his coat pocket and began slicing the fish open and started removing the guts. The foul smell filling the air from the guts being removed.

"What did you do before you left Berlin?" she asked.

"It's a long story that I'm trying to forget," he replied.

"Were you in the war? Like as a soldier?" she asked.

"No I wasn't a soldier I don't like violence," he replied. "I feel that violence is never an answer."

After finishing removing the guts from the fish he pulled a bag out of his coat pocket and placed the fish inside. He then started walking off and Karolin followed him.

"Do you have a place to stay?" she asked out of curiosity.

"Just a tent I mean I don't mind living outside. It's quite peaceful," he replied.

"Wouldn't you like a proper place to stay?" she asked.

"I can't really afford anywhere to stay," he replied. "I didn't really have much time to bring a lot of money with me."

Eventually they reached a small grey tent close to a forest on the outskirts of town. Wilhelm entered his tent and Karolin followed him inside. Wilhelm then sat down on his sleeping bag. Upon entering the tent Karolin noticed that there was a sleeping bag, a lantern which was lit and a couple of briefcases.

"What is in those cases?" she asked.

"One is private information and the other is full of some of my personal belongings," he replied.

"You don't have much with you," she said. "Why is that?"

"I ran away from East Berlin," he replied. "I wanted to get away from the Soviets."

"I understand why some people want to get out of that place," she said. "I should be heading back home now I don't want to get in trouble with my mother. Goodnight Mr. Hartmann."

"Goodnight Karolin," he replied.

Karolin exited the tent leaving Wilhelm alone.

Wilhelm thought to himself. "I'm not sure if I should tell her who I actually am. I'm not sure how anyone would react towards me if they knew who I truly am."

***

Back in the New Mexico desert Oppenheimer and Lloyd walked into a small cave feeling hot and weary from walking in the searing desert heat. Putting their hiking bags down and sitting down on the cool rocky ground they both opened their bags up. Grabbing the bottles of water and opening them up they began to take a drink of water. The water began to quench their thirst and cool them down slightly. Putting the caps back on the bottles they then put them back in their hiking bags. Oppenheimer then grabbed his sleeping bag out of the bag and unrolled it and placed it on the ground. He then lay down on it.

"I'm going to try and get some rest for awhile Lloyd," he said.

"Alright rest well Oppie," he replied.

"Wake me up in a couple of hours," he said.

Oppenheimer then closed his eyes and went to sleep.