Too complicated? Very well. The Sun had moved one and a half billion miles in three years, and I needed exact—
Even simpler?
Fine. Time travel. That’s incorrect in almost every detail, but maybe most monkey brains can accept it?
Time travelWhen the timer hit zero, the barn’s equipment would shove megawatts of precisely tuned interference waves into the transcursion loop. They would pop myself, Jane Doe, and all the equipment strapped to the gurney back to that critical point of space-time. Rescue Phoebe. Return up to six hundred pounds, including the equipment, to the exact same millisecond I left in.
The loop looked like a pentacle for perfectly sound engineering reasons.
I should have hung a Welcome, Satan! sign to complete the view.
Welcome, Satan!Aaron’s face blanched. “Paul.” Hi
