“Compared to all the timeline-jumping I’ve done,” I replied, “this is getting from Point A to Point B in a straight line.”
Other-Me exasperatedly exhaled, issuing a voluminous cloud of white breath. He glanced uneasily back at the road. “So…you mean we’re going to let fourteen, fifteen people die just so we don’t?”
I sighed in frustration. “Look, kid, I don’t like it much either, but A, she said she’d make it worse if we intervened, and B, I really, really don’t like being yo-yoed to and from the brink of death.” I gazed out into the woods, searching for a sight of the Girl. A few times I thought I saw her, a hazy, ghostly specter briefly materializing amidst the snow.
In my dedication to the search, I missed Other-Me’s sneaking off with the beet juice/saltwater slurry. I whirled around and started to shout, but felt an icy tap on my shoulder. The Girl wore a trollface expression at first, but it suddenly changed to shock.
And then I was back in the Cinema of the In-Between, and there were three of me.