[ WP ] An exploration of the butterfly effect : write a dramatic scene . Then , choose one tiny detail to change in the initial set-up , and play the scene out again . How drastically have things changed ?

My name is John Taylor. The end of my world came on my wedding day, when I was about to get married to the woman of my dreams. There we were, at the altar, exchanging vows. I looked into her eyes, and I had never felt more sure of anything in my life. Alexis had just finished speaking when the doors at the back of the church burst open. Three bald men in suits with red ties rushed into the room, disrupting the ceremony. A fourth entered, with a gun on his belt. 
 
 `` Alexis Ritane?'' he asked in a gravely voice. My future wife glanced at me, her eyes showing pure terror. `` Ye... yes?'' she responded. The man smiled. `` Miss Ritane, you are under arrest for federal treason.'' 
 
 She ran. She took off towards the side door as she kicked off her shoes. The room erupted into chaos as the first three men in suits chased after her, knocking wedding guests out of their way as she bolted for the door. Everybody who was there was scrambling to get out of the way and figure out what was going on. I stood there, unable to move. I was not yet able to comprehend what had just happened. My beautiful fiancé had committed federal treason? What did that even mean? 
 
 The fourth man who had accused her slowly walked up to me. `` Mr. Taylor?'' he asked in an unusually calm voice. I did not respond. `` I'm sure you have many questions. Come with me and all will be explained.'' I looked at him, still unable to move. Suddenly, his phone rang. He answered it and then immediately ran outside. His sudden change of behavior snapped me out of my trance, and I followed him. 
 
 They had caught my wife. It turns out that her wedding dress tripped her up. They wrestled her into a black SUV, and escorted me into another similar vehicle. I did n't try resisting; I was still in too much shock. We drove for what seemed like hours. With every passing mile sign I grew more tired, until I eventually fell asleep in the back of the car. 
 
 I woke up as the car was pulling into a parking lot for a large building. There was nothing else around, just a few trees and this one structure. The car door opened beside me. It was the man who was talking to me earlier. `` I want you to know that everything is going to be alright now, and you're free to go home.'' 
 
 What? After all this, I can just go home? `` Excuse me?'' I responded. The man looked down before staring me right in the eye. `` She's dead. Cyanide pill. You can go home and continue living your life.'' 
 
 How am I supposed to do that, I asked myself, when I have no longer have a life to live? 
 
 [ Changing the detail here ] 
 
 My name is John Taylor. The end of my world came on my wedding day, when I was about to get married to the man of my dreams. There we were, at the altar, exchanging vows. I looked into his eyes, and I had never felt more sure of anything in my life. Alex had just finished speaking when the doors at the back of the church burst open. Three bald men in suits with red ties rushed into the room, disrupting the ceremony. A fourth entered, with a gun on his belt. 
 
 `` Alex Ritane?'' he asked in a gravely voice. My future husband glanced at me, his eyes showing pure terror. `` Ye... yes?'' he responded. The man smiled. `` Mr. Ritane, you are under arrest for federal treason.'' 
 
 He ran. He took off towards the side door as he avoided running into people. The room erupted into chaos as the first three men in suits chased after him, knocking wedding guests out of their way as he bolted for the door. Everybody who was there was scrambling to get out of the way and figure out what was going on. I stood there, unable to move. I was not yet able to comprehend what had just happened. My fiancé had committed federal treason? What did that even mean? 
 
 The fourth man who had accused him slowly walked up to me. `` Mr. Taylor?'' he asked in an unusually calm voice. I did not respond. `` I'm sure you have many questions. Come with me and all will be explained.'' I looked at him, still unable to move. Suddenly, his phone rang. He answered it and then immediately ran outside. His sudden change of behavior snapped me out of my trance, and I followed him. 
 
 We ran up to the three men that had chased Alex outside. He was no where to be seen. The fourth man looked over his shoulder at me as he ran to one of two black SUVs. `` Do not leave this building, Mr. Taylor, more information will be provided to you as soon as possible.'' He and another man took off in one car, and the other two followed close behind. In ten seconds they were gone, and I was standing outside alone. Soon after their departure, wedding guests started to hurry outside and comfort me about what had happened. They were asking me all sorts of questions, but I could n't focus on any of them. My mind was too busy thinking about my future husband. 
 
 It was three and a half hours after he left when he texted me. I was still at the church, as instructed by the man in the suit. There were a handful of people left to keep me company. I felt my phone buzz as I threw away yet another tissue into the already overflowing bin. A quick glance informed me I had a text from Alex, but I did n't think too much about that as I get texts from him all the time. But as soon as I looked away, I looked right back and rushed to open it. He had sent me instructions on what to do. 
 
 `` Leave church. Head to library on 3rd Street. Basement. Second door on right. Hurry.'' 
 
 I did as I was told, despite the instructions from the man in the suit. At that point, I just wanted to see Alex. In that room that the second door on the right lead to was a computer screen, glowing with Alex's face. I rushed in front of it. It was a video call. I could see he smiled as I approached. 
 
 `` Alex! Thank god... what happened? What the HELL was that?!'' I was relieved to see his face but also furious about what had happened. `` John- listen. I do n't have much time. You need to meet with me, in person. I just emailed you plane tickets to Turkey. There is n't much time to explain, so I'll do so as you're on your way to the airport. Listen, this is the most important thing right now: you are now a federal criminal and you must never return to the United States after you leave it. Do you understand me?''
