"Why aren't you answering?" Clementine barked into the phone speaker as the taxi hummed along the expressway.
"Phone's on vibrate," she told the driver without looking up. "Take Longwell exit."
"Got it," he said. "You okay, miss?"
"Fine," she snapped. "Just... traffic." She watched the calendar app like it was a countdown clock. October 14th, ten years ago. Ten years she had lived forward, and now she had the one thing everyone overlooked: time.
She called Calder.
The ringtone used to make her wince. The same piano loop he'd once set as his public ringtone, polished and cold. It popped into the cabin and unhooked a memory she hadn't planned on visiting.
"Hey, Calder," she said. "Pick up."
A man's laugh answered, warm and wrong for the memory she owned. "Clem? It's early. What's up?"
"Emergency," she said. "Meet me at Longwell gate in twenty."
"You're serious. Is this about the--"
"Just come."
She hung up before he could finish. Her fingers hovered over the navigation. Longwell was where a different life had started sliding off rails. If she could nudge one choice, the rest could tilt. She had no plan for the world, only the knowledge of who would stab her and when.
Three sentences. She had woken up ten years earlier after an accident she could still remember like a broken scene. She had her memories and a list of enemies. She had time to change the first move.
"Do
