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nineteen-hundreds year they’d arrived in. He didn’t know what “devil’s bargain” Mileva was talking about; he didn’t know why there was no sign in this room of the missing daughter that JB had supposedly returned to them. He didn’t know what “right things” Albert Einstein was supposed to be thinking about.
    But he knew what Einstein was thinking about instead, why his thoughts were capable of ruining everything.
    Einstein was thinking about them—Jonah and Katherine. Somehow he knew what they’d done on their last trip through time.

SEVEN
    The awful thing was, Jonah couldn’t scream. He couldn’t rant or rave or pound his fist against the wall or moan, “Noooo . . .” He had to stand there, still as a rock, without making a single sound.
    “Calm down,” Katherine whispered in his ear, as if she knew how close he was to losing it.
    “But—he knows . . . he found out . . . ,” Jonah dared to whisper back.
    “Shh,” Katherine hissed. “We don’t know how much he knows. Listen. And watch. Do you see any tracers?”
    Tracers. Jonah had been so stressed and scattered since they’d arrived that he’d forgotten all about watching for tracers. He’d seen plenty of tracers on his previous trips through time—they were ghostly representations of how time would have gone if time travelers hadn’t intervened. They were invisible to people in their native time period,but could be a helpful guide to time travelers. On their trip to 1600, Jonah had grown to hate tracers, since time was so messed up there, and the tracers had seemed like taunts. Then, soon after they’d arrived in 1611, all the tracers had disappeared, and he’d realized that that was even worse.
    Please don’t let time be that far off track here, he thought. Please let there be tracers.
    Something like a whimper escaped from deep in his throat. Mileva’s head immediately shot up from Albert’s shoulder, and she peered straight in Jonah’s direction.
    A dim light glowed near her chin. Jonah shifted positions, to see it better—yes. It was a second, ghostly version of her head: its tracer. If Jonah hadn’t made that sound, Mileva would have kept her head nestled against Albert’s shoulder.
    So why didn’t I see any tracer lights before, even when I bumped into her and she started waving her arms around? Jonah wondered. Was I just not paying attention? Or would she have stood there waving her arms anyway? Why would she have done that in original time?
    Unlike Mileva, Albert didn’t move at all. He kept staring down at the papers on the table.
    After a few seconds Mileva seemed to give up on both Albert and any possibility of figuring out where the noise had come from. She took a step back from Albert, and all the tracer light disappeared, so Jonah knew she would have done that regardless.
    “Albert, I know you want to sit here all night thinking about your project. But you promised the Hallers that you’d play your violin for them this evening,” she said.
    “My violin, ah, yes, yes,” Albert said distractedly. But he kept staring down at the papers.
    Mileva tugged on his arm, pulling him away from the table. He’d just begun leaning down to scrawl something on the top page, and the sudden motion jerked the paper sideways.
    Is there a tracer left behind by any of the papers? Jonah wondered. Er—how could there be, if these aren’t the papers he would have been working on in original time?
    Jonah was confusing himself again.
    Albert only laughed at Mileva’s persistence.
    “My little urchin keeps her Johnnie boy in line,” Albert chuckled. “If the Hallers want music tonight, music they shall have! Don’t worry about the project—you know I’ve gotten some of my best ideas while playing.”
    He knelt down and picked up a violin case Jonah hadn’t noticed before. He offered Mileva his arm so they could stroll out of the room together.
    “Should we follow them?” Katherine whispered as soon as the door