Winston raises his eyebrows at your response. You take his hand, and shake it, and then leave.
Outside MetaHuman Tower, it is a bright January day, though cold. You breathe in the chill air, and look up at the sky. Breaking away from your previous timeline seems to have cleared your head. A few moments ago, you found it hard to focus on the jumble of thoughts and memories spilling through your mind: the search for Anaru Katariki's murderer, who was revealed to be Anaru Katariki himself. A trip to the future, and a vision of this city in ruins. Your years spent in the filth of the H'ssurru'ssurri homeworld.
You scratch your right shoulder, mindful that certain events have even now already been set in motion. You have little doubt that Winston Q will carry out MetaHuman's threat—made so long ago—to find a way to put you in prison if you choose to reject their offer, as you just have. Evading them will be difficult. And Anaru Katariki is still out there, striving to find a way to combat the cancer that is ravaging his brain. Has he already contacted the Surgeons? There might yet be time to stop him.
Great trials remain ahead, and yet you are oddly optimistic. You drop your phone into a nearby trash can—Electra's security people are surely tracking it, even now—and then you hail a taxi, and leave MetaHuman Incorporated for good.
End