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wrote them down.” As he reached for his wallet, the sleeve of his shirt slid up his arm slightly. The tattooed coordinates that matched my own hinted beneath his shirt cuff. “Do you know anything about where you were born in 1977?”
    “Nigeria. My mother was a journalist from the UK, and I was born premature,” I remembered West’s story. “Eventually I moved to the US.”
    “I had a dream about Troy and getting the numbers in 1957- the year you would have been born. They looked like this,” he spread a piece of notebook paper out over the counter top, moving the cutting board out of the way.
    3.4149618 5.2030514
    “When I Googled them, it was Nigeria, you’re right. Somewhere in the Gulf of…,”
    “ Guinea,” I said softly, focusing below the coordinates. I had already plugged the numbers into Google Maps weeks ago. “What about these numbers?” I asked, pointing to the set below the first. “What are…what lifetime are these from?”
    “T hey’re not from any lifetime. They’re your birth coordinates from 1977- reversed.”
    I turned the paper toward me, reading the backwards numbers.
    41.503025 81.694143
    “I placed the decimals in the only places they would make sense- and give me a location.”
    I dropped the knife to the cutting board, lifting my eyes. “Where is this?”
    “Cam, it’s in the middle of Cleveland. Ohio .”
    “The fountain…,” I grabbed the piece of paper and turned, almost running to the family room. I stopped short when I realized the oversized computer desk was missing. “Where’s your computer?”
    “Mom and dad put it upstairs in the guest room. My laptop is in my bedroom.”
    “I can only think of one fountain,” I took two steps at a time, leaving Logan to follow behind me. “The War Memorial Fountain.”
    “Naked guy on fire,” Logan mused, and I rolled my eyes.
    “Yes. Him. Logan, your room is a mess,” I kicked a small pile of clothes out of the way of his desk, slipping into the rolling, black chair.
    He ignored my chastising observation. “Tower City has a fountain, doesn’t it?”
    “Too new. It was Cleveland Union Terminal until the late 1970’s.” I pulled up a browser window. “How could the secret-mysterious-reverse-coordinate lead us to a fountain that wasn’t even built yet? If you got the numbers around 1957…,”
    “ Hold on. I’m going to turn off the stove. I’ll be right back.”
    “Uh-huh,” I murmu red, already typing. I entered the coordinates from the notebook paper, not including the decimal points where Logan had put them.
    “I get a location off the coast of Cameroon...,” I narrowed my eyes as Logan walked through the doorway to his bedroom.
    “None of the numbers have directional letters when they appear. After getting Cameroon, I went through to eliminate all other possibilities- adding and removing directional letters, dashes, and decimals.”
    “We knew about the Peterhof Fountains because of Tr-Troy,” my voice still shook when I spoke his name. He reached for me, taking my wringing hands into his tightly.
    “Right. So before we fly to Cameroon, try this.” He typed in the numbers, moving the decimal point over two spaces to the right. He then added directional letters, n and w after the longitude and latitude numbers.
    The results were immediate.
    “The Cleveland Mall.” I sat back, shaking my head. “It has to be the War Memorial Fountain.” My eyes darted to where his bedside clock used to be, and then to the window. “It’s can’t be more than seven o’clock- if we leave now, we…,”
    “Roam, hold on. Before we jump in the car, we have to make a plan. We don’t know where this fountain will take us- or if it’ll take us anywhere .”
    “Maybe it’ll take us to 1977! And we can find him,” I ran to the stairs, not bothering to close the laptop. “I just have to- I have to pack a couple things- and then we’ll…,”
    I doubled over, a wrenching cramp ripping through my insides. Logan