More than what you hoped? Probably the end...

The smell of the bakery from across the street got in his nose. He could feel the shape of the stones of the street on his feet. Each stone placed where it was deliberately in an effort to make a street. He just kept on walking down the street. He was smelling, hearing, seeing, feeling, and even tasting everything in his environment. He just walked down the street with his purpose in mind. He knew what it was and he knew that he must do it. He must change time.

As he slowly began to walk down the hill, he saw his three targets. They were two little boys and one little girl. It was the little girl that most interested him. The little girl brought him here. The little girl had brought him back to this place.

He kept walking down the hill. His long coat was swaying in the wind. It always seemed the windiest on this street, he thought. It always seemed that the high pressure of air from the river seed to flow up the hill that he was walking down. His coat just flapped. His coat just blew behind him like some kind of cape and he walked like some kind of superman. He continued down the hill. His three targets just bouncing up and down with each step. He just kept looking at the little girl. He saw her smile. She smiled a smile that he knew so well. She smiled a smile that brought him happiness. The scar on her upper lip had already started to form. He smiled knowing how she had given herself that scar. It was something that he would always use to identify her. Probably something he liked the best about her.

However, he knew what he must do to her. He knew what he must do for her. As he walked, he reached in and touched the gun that was holstered beneath his left arm. He could feel the smoothness of the metal and the roughness of the plastic that made up its handle. As he touched the gun, as he thought of his plan, he kept eying the little girl. He wondered if she knew who he was, if she knew who she was suppose to become, would she ever forgive him.

The three children sat on the sidewalk playing. The man could not tell what they were playing from where he was coming from. Nor did he care. His one goal was to finish his mission and as he looked at the brown hair of the little girl he knew what that mission was. He knew that no matter how he felt about it he knew that her life WAS his mission. Closer and closer, he came to the children. As he walked in the shadows of the tall buildings, he wondered if he could really do it. He continued walking until he passed them. Yes, he just walked passed the three children and on his second step, he turned around.

A few seconds later, he looked down at them to see what they were doing. At the same time, they looked up at him to see who was blocking their light. They wanted to see who could be disrupting their game. There in the shadow of the man, in the shadow of the sun they saw him reach into the left side of his coat. They were not sure what they were seeing, as he pulled out the gun. They just noticed that it shone in the light of the sun. He could see the puzzled look in the little girls brown eyes. He could see her two eyes separated by the barrel of his gun. That was his line of sight. That was his focus of vision.

Then in one swift move brown-eyed girl was horrified as she saw him pull the trigger.

Moreover, the man walked on into the sunlight as thunder rolled in the cloudless sky.