The mountain lab shook, pines swaying under October's dark 2025 sky.
Tylor chased Dr. Hale, pipe ready, Elena's journal heavy in coat.
Amaira ran close, pigtails wild, flashlight swinging, drawing still safe.
Kayla followed, drive sparking, green eyes fierce, dreams screaming purple rifts.
Elias held Clara far back, her gray eyes useless, Architect's secret out.
A huge violet fracture roared, splitting the lab, machines burning hot.
Hale stood by a console, old hands fast, "Time's mine!" he yelled.
Amaira pointed, "That box!" a spiral-marked core glowing bright.
Tylor smashed it, sparks flying, fracture shrinking, Hale's face twisting.
Kayla hacked the drive, console dying, "Overload's set!" she shouted.
Drones buzzed, beams scorching, Amaira threw a wrench, hitting one.
Tylor blocked Hale, pipe swinging, knocking him down, lab crumbling fast.
The fracture snapped shut, machines silent, Hale's plans gone to dust.
Amaira hugged Tylor, Kayla's hand warm, their family whole, hunt done.
Stars shone clear, mountain quiet, 2025 safe, their hearts finally free