PART VII
THE PRESENT
SUNDAY
When the spots in my vision clear, I let out a long sigh. We made it.
I’ve never been happier to see the accelerator’s metal walls. It’s cramped inside with so many of us, seven total, but we’re alive and back in the present—and that’s all that matters. We can finally put all of this behind us. And we never have to go back to the future again.
The accelerator door opens, and Dr. Campbell stands on the other side. Her eyes travel over all of us, and then she smiles. “You did it. You’re all back. Oh, thank heavens.”
“Ken needs to get to a hospital,” Paige says. “He was shot in the arm.”
“No hospitals,” Zahra says. “They’ll file a police report because it’s a gunshot wound.”
“It’s just a graze,” Ken says, but his face is way too pale. “I’m okay, really.”
“
