Billy wasn’t alone in wanting to understand the Great Reversal; most people didn’t. We were told it was a temporal malfunction brought about by the eggheads at CERN, monkeying around with the Large Hadron Collider. Much like the GFC, the causes were too complex and convoluted, too nebulous for ordinary folks to comprehend. Beyond that vague explanation, most people tuned out.
But I cared. After what I’d been through I cared a lot—at least at first—and I researched the GR pretty comprehensively. As such, I knew more than most, which was why I didn’t want to get into deep and meaningfuls with Billy.
I knew, for instance, that Time was folding back upon itself, retracing its steps, the world beyond that day in 2012 a white plain of nothing.
I knew that nobody came back to life; dead was st
