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thought it would last. She’d looked up Charlie Blue from their trip to 1929 New York, but she never did find anything. She’d managed not to look up Teddy or Max. Yet.
    “This is different,” she said.
    Simon narrowed his eyes.
    “It is. First of all, we didn’t leave him in the past. He was part of the future when we were in the past and now that we’re in the future, he’s part of our past, but it isn’t the same past, so it doesn’t count.”
    “Elizabeth.”
    “Don’t ‘Elizabeth’ me right now. You can’t tell me what we just saw doesn’t bother you.”
    Simon looked around anxiously and took her by the arm. “Of course it does,” he said. “But there’s nothing we can do to change it now.”
    “That’s just it. We can.”
    Simon stopped walking. “We shouldn’t.”
    “Why? He doesn’t belong there and you know it.”
    “I don’t know anything of the sort and neither do you. We have to believe this is how things are meant to be. Anything else is madness, Elizabeth.”
    “Then color me mad.” That garnered her a few glances from passersby.
    Simon waited until they were alone again. “Elizabeth.”
    “We have the watch. We know where and when he is. How can we not do something to help?”
     
    ~~~
     
    The drive back to the cottage was a silent one. All Elizabeth could think about was the last time they’d had a conversation like this. The Council had asked for her help and she’d blindly trusted them. She and Simon fought; she left; he followed. He should have listened to her and, as it turned out, she should have listened to him. The last thing she wanted was a repeat performance. If they were going to do this thing, they had to do it together or not at all.
    Simon opened one of the bottles of wine they’d picked up at the market. It was starting to get chilly outside as the sun set, and he built a small fire in the grate in the parlor. Elizabeth slipped off her shoes and tucked her legs under her on the plush sofa. Simon sat opposite her in a large overstuffed chair. The silence sat everywhere else.
    Elizabeth took a sip of wine and looked into the glass for inspiration. She had an army of arguments ready to march, but she was afraid none of them would make any difference. Simon wasn’t exactly a fan of time travel. He’d made that clear enough. Several times. How could she possibly convince him it was the right thing to do? Despite the danger. Despite the insanity of it all.
    She took another sip and wondered if you could get Dutch courage from French wine. “Simon,” she started. “I know it’s crazy.”
    “Completely. Certifiably.” He noticed her frown and lifted his hands in apology. “I’m listening,” he said.
    “All right. First of all, we know the Council isn’t going to help, even though they should. They’ve proven that “no man left behind” isn’t exactly their company motto. And that leaves us. We are, literally, the only people who can.”
    “Yes, just because you can doesn’t mean you should.”
    “I’ll get to the should in a minute. Just wait. Second of all, it’s not like last time or the time before. We know exactly what we need to do and where and when to do it. Thirdly, there’s no King Kashian or Madame Petrovka. There’s no big bad.”
    “Excepting the Nazis, of course.”
    Elizabeth paused. “Okay, I’ll give you that one. But, we’ll be in London, well after the Blitz, so it’s not like we’ll be jumping right into the middle of the Battle of the Bulge or something.”
    “The Battle of Britain, no, of course not, just right into the middle of a city ravaged by years of war and still bombed on a regular basis.”
    “A little research and we’ll know what’s safe and what isn’t. And, we’d only have to stay long enough to get Evan out of the hospital. We can plan it so that we’re in and out in just a few days.”
    Simon thought about it for a moment. “You’re assuming there’s an eclipse shortly after our arrival that