Chapter 8
When the previews and cartoons continued, so did Wendy, once again back to time travel. “See, I’m not sure I want to be broken down into atoms and then reassembled when I get where I’m going…whatever century…whatever decade.”
“Well, there’s the rub, dig? That’s the part someone has to figure out. Will we jump into our own bodies? Someone else’s? If we take that multiple time periods on different planes thing as fact, then I suppose we just visit ourselves and…ride along, for lack of a better way to put it.”
“Fiction warns against changing history.”
“That it does.” The smell as Rory lit another cigarette prompted Jacob to do the same. He pulled one from the pack with his lips. “I pmomoth I’ll be caful.” Jacob sucked in a lungful of smoke.
“Shh. The movie’s starting.” The appearance of the Twentieth Century Fox logo meant time travel lesson was over.