CHAPTER TWENTY
“Time is the longest distance between two places.”
TENNESSEE WILLIAMS – THE GLASS MENAGERIE
As Sam slid toward a reflecting pool that suddenly appeared in the middle of the desert, an oasis she thought she was imagining, an object caught on the belt buckle around the waist of her jeans that stopped her fall. She looked down to see the time disk that had transported her, Greg, and Philip to the scene of Rayore’s discovery. She must’ve dropped it as she was destroying its duplicate from the past. The disk had lodged between a rock and a twig branch, giving just enough leverage to support her. She dug her bloody hands into the earth and clung there. She felt weak, drained from the force of time that she didn’t have the strength to pull herself back up the hill.
As she lay,
