The drifter grabs his chest as the first pain manifests. This could not be foreseen. This could not be controlled. This could change anything and everything. How could she?!

Pain and agony light the drifters features as he watches Becca refuse her gift and deny her destiny. K.I.T.T was meant for her, and only her, inside the drifters planning. And, as the pain in his heart begins to twist and turn so do the wheels in his mind. Perhaps all is not lost. It is possible a new face, a more important face, has been called to play this part. Maybe, just maybe, Becca's role isn't important until later. The drifter prays that this is so.

As the pain in his chest begins to subside he knows that he is right. Becca will play her part, but not now. Now, as the drifter watches, things begin to make more sense. The reasons for the change...the fate of these people...is now being altered but not forgotten and not without reason.

The son of the wolf; he shall own the car. He shall find his family. He will help save Eve.

Quickly the drifter glances at the dark screen and knows exactly who evil has come to recruit. The boy, Ryan, will have much to over come in the next few months. Again the drifter prays. Prays this boy will be strong. Prays he can do what the powers have assigned him to be done. His reaction, his feelings about fighting on the opposite side of his parents may just make all the difference.

All the difference, in all worlds.

It is a difficult matter knowing the out come of all human life. Especially when the end result is such an unpleasant one. It is another matter entirely to watch the events that once brought forth this future change direction in the blink of an eye; become so unpredictable. The ageless man does not doubt himself, merely worries that fate will find a way to mend what he and his robot child have broken. This couldn't be the end result the universe had meant for this race. In this the man must believe.

As he foresaw the now soulless vampire's friends have moved on, in time as in life. Some have found solace in returning to their roots. Others in song. Still others seek redemption from those whom they have hurt the most. The vampire's friends are down to three and have found comfort inside his very walls. Cameron will find them there soon enough.

But, before she does there is another place she must visit. An unspoken promise she must keep to the alien. In this place things are unaffected by creations small demise. The atmosphere here is still bright, still full of life and love. Every laugh, as well as every tear, are held sacred to the heart.

The Drifter glances at the dark screen for just a second before his attention is drawn to small monitor in the far back, behind all others. Here he see's an army. At first he is confused. At first he is fearful the effect of Cameron's travels have created war amongst the race they are meant to save. But his mind is left to rest at ease when he confirms that it is only the Slayers army. Larger in number and trained by different hands but still her army just the same. This might cause problems for his magnificent child. These warriors may not be fond of loosing their leaders so soon after they have gained them. But she will succeed. In this too he has to believe.

The ageless drifter watches patiently; face revealing nothing. One can not fold the fabrics of time without consequence. This he has known. As his mechanical child opens her first door, the history of all worlds begins to shift. Already the course of time has chosen another path.

On one screen this faceless man watches as Wanda, the alien Wanderer, is placed into another human host instead of being sent away as planned. This, he thinks, will make Cameron's mission slightly easier. Wanderer is to play an important part in the survival of creations savior and having her remain on Earth instead of flying endlessly through outer space would most certainly help with the pain staking process of collecting.

On another screen, a warrior of the people, the vampire with a soul, dies. In his place is the face of pure evil. A walking, talking reminder of what came before and what might be again should Cameron's mission fail. Time in this world moves faster then the others. A symptom of an already failing universe. Without Eve this symptom will go unnoticed, incurable. The vampires friends will have already accepted his fate and moved on with life before Cameron reaches her second door. Of this the Drifter is certain.

Yet another screen, just above the last and slightly to the left, shows a Slayer in her final moments. This world does not yet feel the effect of creations slow decline but it soon will. Another Slayer is not called, as the prophecy foretells, for one already exists. She too will be collected from another time, another place, and is not the focus of the Drifters interest now. The ripple is his only concern, and none of it's effects is enough break his anxious heart just yet. There is still hope.

Other lives on other screens continue to run silently without change. But, there are other doors Cameron must enter and even more she must exit. Their time will come and not a one of them will be the wiser.

The Drifter turns slowly and touches the glass of a blackened screen with the tips of his ancient fingers. Somewhere inside, collecting in the dark, is the reason for all of the this. Somewhere behind this cold and lifeless screen is a disease that will be spreading through the worlds just as quickly as Cameron enters and exits them. What the Drifter wouldn't give to be allowed....but alas, he is not and the darkness will go on with or without him. He has done his part for the good of all creation. For now, all he is left to do is watch.