What if the Straw Hat pirates went back in time.

Once outside, Robin ducked into an alleyway for a moment of reprieve, resting her back against a cool stone wall. The weight of her predicament finally hit her as she inhaled a shaky breath.

"Gone... they're all gone," she muttered under her breath, gripping her arm tightly. "All that time I spent with them... all that trust we built—it's disappeared like it never existed."

Her calm, carefully constructed exterior cracked for a moment, and a flicker of panic shone in her eyes. Her mind raced, unwilling to accept the grim reality. She pressed a hand to her forehead, trying to force herself into clarity.

"No, this has to be connected to the storm," she murmured, thinking of the inexplicable phenomena that engulfed the Sunny. "Maybe... maybe this isn't permanent."

The thought brought a flicker of hope, enough to ground her. She straightened her posture, exhaling deeply. "If we're all in the past, they have to be here somewhere. They wouldn't just vanish."

Robin's eyes sharpened as she began formulating a plan. "The first time I met them was at Whiskey Peak... but they didn't take a direct route back then. If this... reset has affected Chopper too, he'd be at Drum Island."

She frowned, the idea settling into place. "If I can confirm Chopper is there and he remembers me, it means the others must have been transported as well."

It wasn't certainty—but it was the only lead she had. With a final breath to calm her nerves, Robin steeled herself and began to move.