March 2
“Figured,” he says. “All right, how much do you know already?”
“Nothing,” I say, sipping the drink. It’s good, but most importantly it isn’t laced with anything. Not even sugar. “Start from the beginning. Who the hell are you?”
“I’m Katie’s grandson,” he says. “I know you’ll probably find this hard to believe, but I’m from the future.”
Son of a… “I had a feeling,” I say, trying to hide my surprise. “How far?”
“Far enough that you don’t ever have to worry about meeting me,” he says. “I’m not even going to be born for a couple of decades. But,” he adds, “I know you.”
“I figured that much, too,” I say. “How?”
“How can I not know you?” he asks. “This is your jurisdiction. I was told that if anything went wrong, I needed to find you and get you to help me.”
Jurisdiction? Help you? I don’t even like you! “I don’t get it,” I say.
“Well, I’m sorry, but I’m not allowed to reveal too much about you unless you say the safe word,” he says. “Just in case I’m on a fragline. Sorry. Anyway, what I can say is that I know you reacted to seeing the anomaly on my chest. I just saw it for the first time this morning, and it explains a lot of what’s been going on to me in the past couple of days, too.”
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