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while.”
    “Okay,” I whispered.
    “I’ll come over tomorrow and we’ll talk about the fountain. No matter what, we can’t miss dinner with my parents on Thursday. I made a promise.”
    “I’ll be here,” I agreed. He nodded once, pressing his lips to my forehead quickly.
    “Good… and Roam,” he held his car door open for me. “West isn’t here right now. The West that we left in 1977 didn’t sit around, waiting for thirty years for 2012 again because- he’s not here right now . That means we find him. Did you ever think about that?”
    I tried to wrap my mind around the time paradox that Logan explained, but the same answer always took over any logical reasoning that I could use to comfort myself. “ West’s not mortal. We are. We don’t know anything. We don’t know that the same science is true for an immortal.”
    He dropped me off close to nine-thirty. Morgan and my dad flanked either side of the couch in the living room, tapping their toes animatedly as I walked in the front door. Morgan bounced to her feet quickly, hands on her hips. “I have been calling. And calling. And texting. I am so disappointed in you right now and…,”
    “Morgan.” My father held his flat palm up in the air. “Cool it.”
    “I told you I was going to Logan’s. We talked for a while, ate dinner, and here I am, safe and sound.”
    “Morgan, go to bed . I need to speak to your sister.”
    “Dad…,”
    “Go.”
    She stalked up the stairs, her eyes flashing me the middle finger with every step. I scowled at her.
    “I’m fine, Dad. I needed to talk to Logan about things and…,”
    “Stop there.” He crossed his arms over his chest, the lamplight highlighting his increasingly graying hair. “Here’s what you need. Rest, nutrition, and safety. Right? Right,” he ordered. I nodded, focusing on my wet boots.
    “Yes.”
    “Here’s what I need; communication, consideration, and respect. Did I have any of those three things tonight?”
    I shook my head, guilt noshing at the pit of my stomach.
    “Okay, then. I’ll tell your sister to lay off. Don’t forget what we talked about, Roam.”
    “I’m sorry, Dad. I love you.”
    “Love you too, honey.”
    I returned his hug before escaping to my bedroom. As I dropped to my bed, I thought of Morgan. She had never elaborated on her relationship with Reed (or Troy) but I guessed that she’d gotten intimate with him. I remembered West’s words to me after Troy drowned me.
    I will make sure you never fight alone again.
    His smooth baritone voice, even in my memory, was comforting. I thought about Logan’s words about time continuity. My desk, still piled with unfinished college applications to the Ivy League schools of my former dreams, sat too close to West’s carry-on. I moved the bag quickly and sat down, grabbing a piece of notebook paper and a pencil.
    Drawing two lines, I labeled one 1977-2012. The second line broke off at 1977, suggesting that by traveling through the Peterhof Fountain, we had created a new timeline. If we then traveled through the fountain in Cleveland to… wherever it took us, would yet another timeline be created? What would then happen to the original one? Or the second?
    I don’t believe there is a way to time travel. But- I do believe you carry some type of knowledge specific to the prophecy- that you may not even know about yourself- and this knowledge will allow us to move through the past. To give us another chance.
    Sighing in frustration, I sat back in the chair. West was right- we were not time travelers. We became the people that we were in another life, in a past life, so then the idea of a time paradox was negated. But what happened to Julie? Why did she- I- cease to exist?
    History, not science, was my passion. I threw the pencil at the desk and headed for the bathroom. Lately, I barely made it an hour before having to go again. What to Expect When You’re Expecting was thoroughly read and bookmarked in several areas on my