The perfect crime

There's no body, no proofs and no suspicions either, so I guess that's what we did. Nobody is going to accuse us (not of Jenny's death, at least), because the victim never existed. Yeah, we've wiped her out of the timeline. But - back to the beginning. Narratives, unlike time, tend to have beginnings and ends (even if loose). We've sneaked into the RAF party. Well, not exactly sneaked - Eric had stolen an army jeep and we've entered the base officially: him as the soldier, Becca as the Intelligence officer (somehow in the meantime she became a worker of the War Office from Edinburgh), Naomi and Jenny as cute girls, and me as a cryptanalyst. It was quite helpful: we could speak to basically all social circles that were attending (and the mathematicians and code breakers were quite hilarious tbh). The party was a rather miserable one - or it would have been if not for Naomi (and your humble undersigned). Well, at least we had enough time and possibilities to try to figure out what the hell was going on. Rebecca talked to the officers and, thanks to her War Office cover she could ask all sorts of questions. So did Eric (I don't get his idea with changing the uniforms, though). Naomi convinced one of the pilots to take her to his plane and later managed to get to the right hangar, which required knocking one of Britannia's proud defenders unconscious, among other stuff. I talked the nerds into getting back to work (yay workaholism!). And discovered they have a goddamn space rocket engine that they treated as a source of extra parts. Well, of course there was no way they could discover the time anomaly even though it was glaringly obvious for me, but still, honestly, I couldn't believe my eyes. No wonder their efforts resulted in such shit. (The thing that sucks is that we've left this engine behind. I mean, srsly, there's no way of putting five people AND a rocket engine in a RAF plane. I still wonder what did they use it for before it ended up in the dump also known as TW2 hub.) Well, someone certainly had to take these fucked up planes out of the base before someone else would fly them. Which meant we were about to fly them. Home. Hoping they'll take us to 2006 and not to, let's say, 300 B.C. At first we were certain we'd take only one plane (Q&A of the day: how do you put 5 people in a plane like this? By one FUCKING IDIOT willingly staying behind for REASONS). I got to pilot it! And thankfully my boss is not as dumb as he sometimes seems to be and at last he got to the other one (I have to admire his dramatic timing, though). It wasn't the most comfortable flight for sure, but at least we got back home. Apart from one traveller disappearing in the meantime. I wonder whether she was aware of what was going to happen. I won't say I was, 'cause I was only suspecting it might be like that. Still, it was plain awful. Okay, she was born due to the anomaly, so erasing the anomaly must have implied her nonexistence. I guess we've done the right thing, if there's such a thing as "right". But it's awful nonetheless. She was real. She existed, even if memories of her already blur. It's so unfair that no one except us remembers her. There's even no one to mourn her. And it's only Jenny we're talking about - take the butterfly effect into account and guess how many people we might have wiped out without even knowing? As usual, there are more questions than answers and more guilt trips than reasons to celebrate. And, for instance, we still don't know who was so kind to inform us about the accident at the base (the one we caused, after all). I've got some ideas - but you wouldn't expect me to give easily everything I know, would you?