Chapter Forty-Five

For the next five seconds they said nothing. Travis heard the sound of waves breaking, the soft crashes echoing through the high-rise canyons.

Then a voice crackled over a radio, somewhere on Paige's body, the words inaudible. She reached to her waist and drew the device from a fold of her cloak.

She keyed the talk button. "I missed that. Say again."

A man spoke, his tone all but lost to static. "I asked what you're shooting at."

"I'll explain when I see you," Paige said. "I'm safe."

"Did you find out what the smoke came from?"

"Not exactly. Let me get back to you."

"Be careful."

The man clicked off, and Paige stowed the radio. By then, Travis realized he'd recognized the voice, even without discerning its tone. Its rhythm and cadence had been more than familiar. Much more. He felt his balance falter.

Paige stepped closer to him. She raised a hand and touched his face, gently. Her thumb traced his cheekbone, feeling the texture of his skin.

He saw the obvious confusion in her eyes, mixed with some fragile understanding, and thought he knew what it was. Paige-the other Paige-had described it to him last night in Garner's living room. Getting it without getting it. The Breach had taught her to do that.

Still, there had to be a thousand questions. He thought he saw those in her eyes too, along with a reflection of the thousand he wanted to ask.

How the hell had she gotten here? Not on board one of the flights from Yuma. No way would she have taken part in any of that, ELF effects or not. She couldn't have left all those people behind to die.

She must've come here later on, long after Bleak December had gone. If anyone in the world could've survived Umbra without going to Yuma, it would've been Tangent personnel at Border Town, with all their exotic resources. And no doubt Bethany had been right: Paige had found him before the world had ended. Had found him and kept him alive.

Those thoughts echoed in his head for maybe three seconds, and then they were gone-drowned out by the only thing he could afford to think about now.

The cylinder.

The line of blue lights.

And time-draining away like blood from a nicked artery.

Every minute he stayed here might be the one that doomed Paige and Bethany in New York.

The thumb-shaking now-retraced its path across his cheek. He raised his hand and closed it softly around hers.

"I have to leave," he said. "I have to leave right now. I'm sorry I can't explain any of this."

She shook her head, dismissing the apology, and took her hand away from his face. "Go."

He held her gaze another second, in spite of his urgency, then turned and crossed to Finn's body in two running steps. He lifted the cylinder and aimed it to put the iris just shy of the fallen shell casings where he'd come through before-where the smoke from the burning plane would hide his arrival in the present.

He put his finger to the on button.

"Wait."

He turned. Paige was just behind him. She put a hand on his shoulder.

"I can't wait," he said. "I might not have enough time as it is-"

"There's something you need to hear. It's more important than whatever you're on your way to do."

"If I'm thirty seconds late, people are going to die. One of them is you."

If that news affected her, she didn't show it.

"That's a necessary risk," she said. "Listen to me. It'll take more than thirty seconds, but I'll go as fast as I can."

Her eyes were as serious as he'd ever seen them. Scared, too.

He withdrew his finger from the button, and faced her.

"I know about the message I sent back through the Breach," Paige said. "And I know you created and sent the Whisper."

Travis felt his grip on the cylinder weaken. He pushed it against his side.

"You told me everything," Paige said. "The other you told me. The one I just talked to on the radio. You explained it the same day we sealed the Breach."

Travis stared. He'd never imagined a scenario like this, in which he could learn exactly how Paige would react to the news he'd been keeping from her.

She seemed to read the question in his eyes.

"I took it better than you expected," she said.

In a way, that response was almost as surreal as finding Paige here at all. Travis shook his head. "How is that possible? I created the Whisper, Paige. All the deaths in Zurich were my fault. All the deaths in Border Town. Your friends."

"I took it well because I understood things you didn't. Things about the Breach, and what it would take to send something back in time through it. Tangent knew, long before we had the means to actually do it, what would be involved in the process. Dr. Fagan had it all worked out, like the Manhattan Project scientists had the bomb yields calculated before they ever set one off. The machine that would transfer something into the Breach-an injector, Fagan called it-would be unstable almost to the point of uselessness. And there's no way to engineer around that. A person trying to operate it would have to position it right in front of the Breach, then stay there with it and shepherd the process to the very end. There's no practical way to automate it, or even to do it remotely. You'd have to be there. Right there."

"None of this matters," Travis said. "Some other version of you, in the original timeline before anything changed, decided I had to be killed. She sent the note back. And some other me sent back the Whisper to block that note and save his own ass. He could've given the Whisper strict limits-like don't kill anybody-but he didn't. He didn't give a shit about anyone but himself-myself."

"The Whisper was a computer beefed up with Breach technology. It would be very unpredictable. It's likely the other Travis had no idea how ruthlessly it would do its job."

"That's a guess at best, and it absolves him-me-of nothing. I sent that thing back out of selfishness, simple as that."

"You're wrong. Selfishness couldn't possibly account for it."

"How can you know that?"

"Because anyone sending something back, standing with that machine in front of the Breach, would have to still be there when the injection actually happened. And it's a violent reaction. Hyperviolent. The temperature in the receiving chamber spikes to over four thousand degrees, and stays there for about a minute and a half. You see what I'm saying? To send something back in time through the Breach, you have to die."

Travis stared at her. Whatever he'd meant to say next, it was already gone from his mind. He considered her words, and their implications.

Paige went on. "The version of me that sent that message back must've really believed it was necessary. She gave her life to do it. But when you countered her move, you gave your life too. That couldn't have been selfishness. So whatever I thought was worth killing you for, whatever it was you were doing, there must have been more to it than I knew. Like it looked evil from my point of view, but you knew better. Maybe you just couldn't share it with me. Maybe it was that bad. But necessary."

Travis looked down, his eyes going to the cylinder at his side. The soft blue lights, like stair treads up to a gallows platform.

"I'm telling you this because it matters," Paige said. "You have to go back to Tangent. You're supposed to be there. That other version of you, acting on better information than any of us have, died to put you there."

"Then why didn't he have the Whisper tell me everything? Just lay it all out in steps?"

"I've had seven decades to think about that. My guess is, if the Whisper had told you what you're expected to do someday… you wouldn't do it. Your future self could've guessed that even more easily."

The information seemed to churn around Travis, like the smoke had done minutes earlier.

"Can we just seal the Breach?" he said. "It worked for you guys."

Paige inhaled sharply. "No. Jesus, I would've forgot. Do not seal the Breach."

"But it worked. It's still sealed now, after seventy-three years."

She was shaking her head, eyes wide. "The seal held, but it's been a disaster. The best we can tell, entities that build up in the tunnel get destroyed by the pressure, over time. In some cases, the destruction releases energy, and that energy still makes it out into the world. A lot of energy, for some of them. Radiation. Strange kinds we can't even identify. We get the effects even this far away."

Travis looked around at the empty city, and began to understand.

"Yes," Paige said. "This place is all but dead because the Breach is sealed. Most of the world would've been, by now, if it hadn't ended already. Don't seal the Breach."

At the bottom of his vision, Travis saw movement. He looked down. One of the blue lights had just vanished.

"Christ," he said.

"Go back to Tangent," Paige said. "I don't know what's coming, but you need to be there when it hits. It probably matters more than either of us realizes. Go."

He nodded, leveled the cylinder, turned it on, and hit the delayed shutoff. Black smoke churned from the iris.

In the seconds he had to wait for the light cone to vanish, Travis faced Paige again. He stared at her eyes.

She was beautiful.

She always would be.

He'd known that the day he met her.

He wondered now if he would ever see her this age again. In their own timeline, however it might play out, what chance did they have of growing old together?

He saw the reflections in her eyes sharpen. She blinked at a sheen of tears.

Then the light cone vanished, and he turned away from her and didn't look back. He sprinted for the opening and vaulted through into the smoke plume. S irens. Shouting voices. Blue and red flashers strobing through the smoke. He held his breath and ran, and came out into clear light beside the gutted husk of the jet. Fire crews were laying streams of water and foam into it. Travis hardly noticed them. He scanned the onlookers gathered at the periphery of the scene, most of them near the terminal. He saw Garner, and sprinted toward him as fast as he could move.

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