PRoLoGUE

Next Stop... Heaven?

Lumpy would never say, “We can go anywhere we want to go!”
He was the Wizard of Worry...the Defender of Doom.

He could barely go to the bathroom without thinking twice about it. As we stood together on the New York City subway platform, he was ready to use the app and blast into the future.

The app...for time travel.

I knew Lumpy better than anyone. Of course, I did. He was my best friend. The only chance he believed the app was real was if he had seen it work for himself.

Now it all made sense to me. I was sprinting after a hot dog vendor around Columbus Circle in New York City, and Lump wouldn’t move an inch. He just stood there on the street, right outside Central Park, too worried to go anywhere.

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