Brett Battles Rewinder

Both thanks and a dedication

to the writers who have inspired me.

There are so many more than I can name,

but here are a few (in no particular order):

Isaac Asimov, Arthur C. Clarke,

Robert Heinlein, James White,

Graham Greene, John D. MacDonald,

Alistair MacLean, Robert Ludlum,

Stephen King, Jasper Fforde,

and Haruki Murakami

Read them. Enjoy them.

CHAPTER ONE

“Where are the others?” Lidia asks, one hand wrapped around my neck, the other pressing the tip of a knife against the skin below my ear.

“The others?” I ask.

“Bernard and everyone who were with us. Where are they?”

I shrug. “I don’t know.”

I start to choke as her grip tightens. “Don’t lie to me!” she yells. “You said you knew when the break occurred and you fixed it. But that’s not true, is it? You never fixed it.”

“I…can’t…breathe.”

A few moments pass before her grip loosens to the point where I can breathe again.

“Where are they?” she repeats.

“They went home.”

“You’re lying. You obviously never changed the world back. Where are they?”

I say nothing.

Her knife presses inward, releasing a trickle of blood. “I know you know what’s going on. I could see you were lying when we all met. That’s why I only jumped into the woods. I wanted to see what you were going to do. When I saw that you waited to be last, I knew I was right. What happened to them?”

“Where’s Iffy?”

“Answer my question!”

I shake my head. “I don’t see her, you won’t learn anything.”

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