Maya's Seeker went silent at midnight. No red. No green. No black. Just gray static.
“The fragment is not hiding,” Dr. Ellis said. “It's moving too fast to track.”
“Fragments don't move,” Julian said.
“This one does. It jumps through time. One second it's in New York. Next second it's in 1985.”
“Time travel?”
“Not exactly. The fragment shifts its own timeline. It exists in multiple moments at once. The host experiences all of them simultaneously.”
“That would drive anyone insane.”
“It already has. The host is a physicist named Dr. Harmon. He worked at a research lab in Chicago. He touched a rock in his basement. Now he's flickering between ages. One moment he's thirty. Next moment he's seventy. Next moment he's ten.”
Julian grabbed his cane. “We go to Chicago. Find him before he di
