“Oh-kaaaaaay,” she said slowly.

“Does it make a modicum of sense, yet?”

“Kind of…sort of…not really.”

I sighed exasperatedly. “I expected as much. Don’t worry, though – I hardly understand it as it is. Makes it even more astounding that one of my Multiples is so smart about this whole thing. He—”

“You mean You?”

“Yes! Anyway, he seems to understand this whole thing a lot better than I do. Could be because he’s the…I guess you could say…oldest?…of us three Me’s.”

“So, how do we stop little ol’ Lettie, then?”

“Well, once we inject her with the antidote, we’re golden. The problem is getting to her. She’s psychopathic, but that only makes her cleverer at hiding from me. And she can travel forwards in Time, which I can’t do very well. But there’s a fixed point in Time in which she can’t go back or forwards, and it’s at that fixed point that I’m supposed to inject this stuff and stop her evilness.”

“And is this fixed point the place where you tried to get to her before?”

“Yes…it is.”