<strong>Little Later</strong><br/><br/>The car came to a halt before one of Myriad's homes. The police were not about but the security was present, albeit more capable of blending in their surroundings than some of the bad examples shown by police trying to mask their true profession. The walk over to Paradox's home from the car was unbothered, people passing by at ease.<br/><br/>Within the place a pair of calls were waiting for Myriad, one from the Myriad Inc's lawyer, and another apparently a 'call me back' routed through the corporation about contacting Mr. Sweet and the Vanguard Initiative. Something about establishing metahuman-friendly solutions to the growing tensions, the scribbling was a bit hard to read.<br/><br/>Beat's contact in the media wasn't answering on the way there, but the phone rang back as they entered the apartment, Noelle's voice cheerful on the phone. "Hey, missed you. I hope you missed me too?" Her tone a bit playful but friendly, chuckling. "I got off work a moment ago, what're you upto?" Her voice at ease, a whirling noise of a car in the background and someone yelling obscenities at the drivers apparently.<br/><br/>Paradox was confronted by a picture on the nearby shelf upon entering the place, showing a familiar face from one of the pasts he'd intruded in. Young man that was about to be killed by a runaway car. Paradox's intervention had changed at least his family history, but its effects to the history as a whole were minimal. Just an act something had urged in place back then. Yet there the picture was, showing the same man, maybe 40 years older.<br/><br/>((OOC: Leaving it in the air if the picture is someone related to Myriad, someone she or one of her family knew, or what... more of a strange occurence ))