Time travel, he says, like that's something so easy to swallow. She's seen shreds of it here and there, has seen the way it bends and folds and plucks people out of where they were.

They meander in that thought together, the both of them splintering off into possibilities, memories. Parallel lessons learned in vastly different and interconnecting ways. Nobody ever learns that shit so thoroughly without screwing it up more than once. It's raw and hard-won.

"Then you're ahead of a lot of people I've met."