No one slept for the rest of the night. Karina built up the fire and made coffee, but Sparks was the only one who wanted any.
“A force so powerful...” Sparks sipped his coffee. “...it actually shifted time.”
Sarge looked at him but didn’t say anything.
“I wonder,” Sparks went on, “if it was a precise amount of time, like rotating the cylinder on a revolver where each stop clicks into place.”
“So what?” Lojab said. “We’re stuck in this God-awful place. Who cares if time clicks or not?”
“If the cylinder can rotate one click, maybe it can rotate backwards.”
“Or,” Sarge said, “rotate all the way around to the starting position.”
“Or,” Lojab said, “you two need your brains rotated one click, to reality. You don’t get it, do you, Sarge? We’re stuck in this f*****g place, and you can’t do
