March 9
“Okay,” he says. “Look, it’s gonna take me a little bit of time to get the sample invalidated. I think I can go back and still get everything taken care of before I lose it completely. You have something else you need to do in the meantime, though.”
“What?” I ask. I’m through doing your dirty work.
“I…” he pauses. “I shouldn’t be telling you this. I could get in so much trouble for this. But you have to know. Okay, look. Until I get the line restored, you’re still going to be crossing over between the fragline and the real history. To mitigate the damage, you need to go to the Beanery and keep an eye on things.”
“I thought…”
“I know what I said,” he says. “We don’t have time for this. Once I get this sorted out, I’ll meet you at the Beanery. Just go there and… just go there.”
It doesn’t take me long to get back to the Beanery. Mostly because I’m running, but also because there’s not nearly as much traffic on the sidewalks now for some reason. The sense of wrongness about the world has started to fade, but I can still feel it on the edge of my thoughts, pressing me forward.
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