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to Tucson when I finally couldn’t take the suspense any longer.  When Roxanne pulled into a gas station to fill up the tank, I knew it was time.  It was time to take a peek at the Schrodinger’s cat I’d been clutching for miles.
         It was a paradox.  Part of me wanted to believe that when I opened my hand, I would find nothing of value to me.  The other part—the insane part, apparently—clung to the hope that the longer I took to look at it, the more relevant it would be.  There were warring factions at work in my brain.  Did I want to put my trust in all of these weird signs or didn’t I?  Would I be disappointed if all I found was a scrap of trash?  Or would I rejoice in the normalcy of not being bombarded by things that lay just on the other side of life’s veil?
         Sooner or later, I would have to accept the fact that normal didn’t exist anymore.  Okay, so I was never really “normal” in the first place but I’d hit a level of weirdness that I needed to deal with as rationally as I possibly could.  So I bit the bullet and unfurled my fingers.
         The crinkled piece of paper in my hand was barely two inches long and half an inch wide but from the strange characters imprinted upon it, I instantly knew what I was looking at.  Despite the raging heat of the sun, a cold chill moved up my spine and filtered out toward all of my extremities.
         I was holding the discarded contents of a fortune cookie.  I was staring down at the Chinese translation of the word “feather”.  There was no mistaking it—whatever fortune I found on the reverse side was going to lead me the direction I needed to go next.  My fingers trembled as I turned it over and read the next message from my mother.
         “To find your future, you must search the past.”
         And, I have to admit, that was the moment true panic set in for the first time during all of my recent adventures.  I was afraid of what that actually meant.  A mere few days ago, I would have looked at that message in an innocuous way but after the newspaper incident and Salma’s parting words; now, my brain was jumping to some very strange conclusions. 
         Time travel.  Was it actually possible?  Was there a way for me to go back in time and prevent Zach from going to California?  I’d seen enough time travel movies to know that messing with the past could have dire consequences on both the present and future.  Was this the only way for me to save Zach?   Or was I going completely crazy now too?
         When Roxanne got back inside the car, she immediately asked me if I was okay.  No, I was far from it but not ready to talk about the latest turn of events.  So I sloughed it off as nothing more than concern for what was going on back home and left it at that.  The concept of time travel wasn’t appropriate fodder for a casual conversation.
         I spoke not another word until we arrived at my hotel room in Tucson.  And even then, I said only what needed to be said.  Roxanne packed my things while I searched furiously for an open seat on the earliest flight out.  Without hesitation, I paid an enormous fee for the first seat I found.  I only had two hours left in Tucson and much to accomplish in that span of time.  And that’s exactly how I preferred it to be.  The more I had to do, the less time I would have to sit idly by thinking about the metaphysical journey that was unfolding before me. 
         Roxanne got me to the airport with little time to spare.  I promised to keep her up to date on how things were going back home.  In return, she promised me that she would attempt to track down Mom’s other friend Josette in the meantime.  From what I’d learned about their time in Arizona, Josette held an important key to unlocking the mystery that was my mother.  And I knew that I was in need of all the help I could get.
         The first leg of my flight was from Tucson to Denver.