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Snow. Lots and lots of snow.
Of course, I could be making that up. That was my main concern: that I’d just be imagining something, pretending to myself I could see the future when of course I really couldn’t.
And since I knew it was snowing already, it made sense that I’d still see that.
Still, I described the scene to the professor, just like he asked me to.
“It’s windy,” I said. “Very, very cold. The snow is coming down much harder than . . . before.” I hated to say, “three days ago,” because that only reminded me how crazy this idea was. It was easier to just pretend it was all happening in the present.
“Do you see Halli?” Professor Whitfield asked.
I squinted. Even though my eyes were closed. But the snow was so thick, I had to strain to find her.
There she was. Wrapped up i
