…Something creepy is going on. Something terribly creepy is going on. Marie is dead and Cardy got ankle shot and my Finn dreams are getting even more graphic, and there are black cats and black birds everywhere, and I think Finn was right about that horse being super weird and now I’m tied to my own bed by my own hair and WHY DOES NOTHING MAKE SENSE?…
Where are you, Kate? she asked herself.
It was a game she sometimes played, ever since she learned about the theory of infinite parallels, the idea that a person’s path through life wasn’t really a line, but a tree, every decision a divergent branch, resulting in a divergent you. She liked the idea that there were a hundred different Kates, living a hundred different lives.