Rickysroom 24 09 28 Connie Perignon Ivy Lebelle... May 2026

“I’ll help you find it,” Connie said, determination hardening her voice. The two women descended a narrow staircase that led to an old maintenance shaft. The air grew cooler, and the sound of distant water dripping echoed off stone walls. Ivy produced a small, handheld lantern that flickered with a soft blue light, revealing a hidden door etched with the same half‑finished map that hung in RickysRoom.

Rick looked around, his gaze falling on Connie. “You found the key,” he said, his voice hoarse with gratitude. “You’ve saved more than me—you've saved every moment we thought was lost.” The vortex pulsed, and Rick gestured toward the portal. “There’s one more thing,” he said, pointing to a faint silhouette on the other side—a young woman in a lab coat, her face partially obscured. “Ivy, the research you left behind—your work on temporal resonance—it’s still inside the Confluence. If we leave it, it will be lost forever.” RickysRoom 24 09 28 Connie Perignon Ivy Lebelle...

“It stopped at 8:12 p.m. on the night I disappeared,” Ivy whispered, eyes distant. “The moment I stepped into the vortex that Rick built. He called it the Temporal Confluence —a place where every possible future converges. The clock is the anchor. If we can restart it, we can retrieve everything lost that night: my research, the city’s hidden histories, and—” “I’ll help you find it,” Connie said, determination

At a workbench, hunched over a stack of blueprints, was Ivy Lebelle. Ivy’s hair was tied back with a strip of leather, and her eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, flicked up as soon as she heard the door close. Ivy produced a small, handheld lantern that flickered

Connie felt the weight of the key again, now humming in harmony with the clock. She looked at Ivy, then at Rick, and finally at the silver key in her pocket—a promise fulfilled. She pressed the key deeper into the Axiom, sending a final surge of energy through the clock.

The vortex roared, the colors intensified, and a flash of white light enveloped the room. When the light dimmed, the portal collapsed, sealing shut. The clock’s hands settled at —the exact moment they had begun.

Rick nodded. “If we pull it through, the portal will destabilize. It will close, and the clock will stop forever. But the world will retain the knowledge we’ve gathered.”