“You promised you’d haunt me. Oh, how I wish.”
“What?”
“How are you feeling?”
“I’m sorry, Jacob.”
“Don’t you dare be. I am. I’m trying to save you…to find a way for us to have more time, new adventures, but so far, all I can do is this.” A horrible thought hit Jacob then, like a fist to the gut. “Is it fair to make you suffer over and over? If I don’t come, do you have to go through it?”
“I don’t understand.”
“I am so fucking selfish.”
“Jacob.”
“My life’s work, really. It’s been all about me, with no thought to how it might affect you.”
“I don’t believe that.”
“Maybe someone will do better with it.”
“With what?”
“The time travel.”
“Oh. I hope it works. Maybe you’ll find him someday…Rory, I mean.”
“He isn’t here?”
“Here?”
“You haven’t heard from him at all?”
“Why are speaking as if you haven’t been here?”