Three days have passed since Ethan and I fought. Three days since Ben explained the Ancients’ lore. Three days since I learned of my ability to travel back in time. If I can just figure out when, exactly, I’ll obtain my power, everything might work out. But until then, I’m up you-know-what creek. Since my stay in this shithole, I’ve had a lot of time to consider what my family and friends might be planning. None of the scenarios in my head have worked out. Every time I visualize their ambush on the Conway property, they’re outnumbered, seriously injured, or murdered. My loved ones are smarter than that, though. They won’t enter the area unless they have back-up, which means they’ll be gathering as many Watchers as they can. Abruptly interrupting my ideas of escape is Ben. Images of Ali dash by, and I’m unsure if they’re memories or the real thing. If they are bona fide, then Ali’s here, in this house, because the front door is directly behind her. Ben tries blocking me.
