runs a hand through her light blue hair I can't believe I'm actually doing this.

slouched against her bedroom door, hands shoved in his pockets You promised.

turns to face him fully, sharp yellow eyes narrowing One trip. That's what I said. ONE.

meets her stare without flinching I know.

No. You don't. You think you do. But if this goes bad, you could end up in a completely different timeline, or inside a wall, or—

quietly I don't care.

…What?

looking down at his shoes I've spent my whole life looking at pictures. Listening to people talk about her like she's some kind of ghost story. My dad won't even say her name without his voice cracking.

voice softer now Ake…

You said you could send me back. You said.

presses her lips together, jaw tight. Then sighs heavily Fine.

almost smiles Deal.

turns to her desk, shuffling through papers Get in the center of the room. Don't move until I tell you.

muttering as she draws symbols on the floor with chalk Day before. Day before the incident. Got it.

Twenty-three years ago.

eyes go wide That's—

I know.

steps back Last chance to back out.

shakes his head Never.

sighs I hate you so much right now.

Whatever happens… don't forget me, asshole.