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Richard had a vague memory, something he’d seen or read that might provide an explanation. Something about wormholes and parallel universes. He thought it could be related to what was happening, despite not understanding a single word of it. What did Brian think? “You’re saying, Bri, that somehow we’ve become entangled in a vortex, a tear in the space-time continuum?”
Brian shook his head, blowing out his breath, losing patience. “Are you out of your mind, Rich? This isn’t science, or even science-fiction, or anything remotely connected to any space-time continuum-type-crap, nothing rational. I don’t know much, but I know that.”
Rubbing his chin, Richard took a moment and considered the revellers, consumed by their drinking and laughing. Nobody would notice if they quietly slipped aw
