July 2
[Not quite,] the cop says. [Until certain conditions are fulfilled, this meeting never happened.]
[Gotcha,] I say, [my lips are sealed.]
[You don't quite understand,] the cop says. [I mean, this literally will not happen unless you do something very, very specific.]
[But it's happening now.]
[And yet, it still might not happen,] he says, patiently, [unless you do... the thing.]
[That you can't tell me?] I ask.
[That I can't tell you, without violating the temporal loop laws,] the cop says. “It’s just a simple little procedure. Paperwork, mostly.”
Can it really be so simple? I can’t honestly fathom that the solution to the whole thing is as simple as writing another note. [That didn't work last time.]
[Because of what you need to do now,] the cop says. “Miss, that’s… that’s a lot of blood.”
“Oh gob,” Kyle says. “I’b gubba rub do da bad’roob,” she adds, and we all nod. Even Maris is looking a little pale at this. Kyle walks purposefully to the down escalator and rides it, dabbing the red tissue to her face and looking worriedly at it.
[So, where's the book now?] he asks. I pull it out of my closed purse and slip the pen out with it. [Good,] he says. [Go ahead while I take care of verifying Maris' exit gate.]
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