The next morning, a sleepy Lark, and even more tired-looking Josh, met up in her study. Snowy, having had the best sleep out of all of them, frolicked around the room, chasing the occasional dust mote.
Josh dumped an armload of books, papers, and his tablet onto the desk before they decided to drag the coffee table from the sitting room over to the study’s fireplace. Lark brought some energy drinks and glasses of water for them, then settled in one of the soft chairs.
“Let’s start with time travel,” Josh began. “You did a pretty good job, for a first try. The closer in time and location a trip is set, the more control you have. But you should be careful. There were barely enough particles for you to establish a link.”
“Is that why the portal was smaller than the one I originally came th
