Epilogue
She hadn't sent everything back to earth, though. In the corner, Morty's videocamera was still standing on its tripod. Petra knew that she had other tasks, but most of Morty's jobs were running on autopilot for now. She had time to do at least one personal task.
In another moment her apartment back in Vancouver was here, perfect to the last detail. Her photos covered the walls, and the sound of children playing in the nearby schoolyard filtered in through the windows. Her fridge even made that weird dripping noise.
Petra sat on her couch and directed the camera down to look at her. Feeling a mixture of excitement for the future and regret for the past, Petra turned it on. "Hi, mom."
