"Well, if it's looking for cash, it's going to be SOL. I was actually looking for your mother when the door opened here instead of there." Jax said, with a sigh, and another sip of beer, "So if you're here, from twenty years in the future, is it safe to assume we kicked Shao Kahn's ass?" He asked, curious. He'd already seen enough death in Outworld to hope it wasn't all for none.