Then, out of the blue, an old man sat next down next to me with his newspaper. He nodded and smiled, pulled out a pair of glasses, and started reading. I looked down again at the last text...“Read and believe.”

Were they talking about the instructions on the back of the ham wrapper? I had “read” them, but I knew I still didn’t “believe” them. I mean, what dope would actually believe he could travel through time just by taking a selfie.

I took out Stevie’s phone and remembered him and Bones getting all dorked out about the LightYear app in Bones’ apartment. I was worried about Stevie and what the Suits would do to him when they found that he had ditched his phone. I was even more worried about Bones. He got taken and was sick . . . with cancer.

My thoughts were interrupted by a little boy, probably about three years old, who was running by me as his young mother chased him. The kid was giggling. It made me wonder.

I looked down at the phone again and thought, if this thing actually worked, I could go back and meet my mother.

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