happening on a particular line of consequence until it has worked its way out. You must work with it, not against it. Time is a killer. But also a creator; rather things are being made and destroyed all the time. But you just have the problem of sorting out which events are part of your pattern and which aren’t… in other words you’ve got exactly the same problem that you had before you started messing with Time itself. Too many choices. And no way of knowing which end up in the channel you want, that brings about the outcome you want it to…’ ‘So how are these people on the board of the Project doing this?’ Marcia asked. ‘They are breaking the rules and storing up trouble for themselves for later… I guess,’ Jules focused vaguely on her, ‘You are one hell of a beautiful girl. I think that Jared ought to appreciate you just a little more…. Give up being an insane idiot. He is still in a state of uncertainty.’ ‘What?’ I said. ‘At the level of uncertainty in physics…. The events from a fixed point in time. But since we don’t know what that point is we will have to go with nudging the time line in the direction we want it to go in..’ ‘What?’ ‘Take control Milnes…. That is the issue. And I know what you are going to say next…. “What about Janey?”’ ‘I admit there was a certain thought there…’ I said. ‘Look.’ said Jules, ‘I’m pissed as a newt and still twenty times smarter than the most intelligent person in the room. That’s what I got… sacked for. Get it. And so whatever assistance I can render will be forthcoming. But you need to be careful! And I mean really careful. I don’t want to see this all end in tears. We must preserve the time lines that we are existing in at the moment. You get that don’t you?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘What about Jared?’ Marcia said, ‘and our Janey?’ ‘You want to save them. So save them. But know that every action creates another set of events that fall like dominoes outward from any point in space-time. You are creating history Mr Milnes. And in Janey’s Cloud Field, if you mess up, you will create more and more parallel realities that line up like crackers in a box until something snaps.’ ‘Huh?’ ‘I will not be able to explain this to you properly, because you are not one of the few real Physicists alive. But I can just say this; be Bloody careful! I value my existence in this world and I don’t want it to be erased.’
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Two I had stayed with Jules. Marcia left by taxi at about nine in the evening. We’d talked and even laughed. Jules had kept drinking. I had one glass just to keep him company. Marcia said that it wasn’t her poison and stuck to endless cups of tea. Early morning light in an unstructured bedroom. I cleared some space by the simple process of putting laundry in the laundry hamper. Jules was still asleep where I had left him covered with a thin summer duvet. I was just wondering if a hair of the dog would be appropriate, when the phone rang. Being a bit slow at that time in the morning I answered it. ‘Jules?’ ‘No it’s Davey.’ ‘Oh. Well I’ll be round in half an hour. Just tell him I called ok?’ Violette was business like in a way that I hadn’t woken up to. She had rung off before I had chance to respond. I looked round. How to transform this into Jules awake and coherent in half an hour? Easy. ‘Violette is on her way! Jules! Do you hear me?’ ‘Ok.’ He burbled and turned over. ‘Tea. Strong. Must make right now....’ I dashed downstairs. And quickly threw everything into order. Jules was nursing his second cup still in his shorts and tee shirt, when a key turned in the front door. Dr Rhodes swept in looking flustered. She went straight to Jules and embraced him in a way that suggested things had moved forward since four days ago. ‘I just found out.’ She said. I turned to leave the room. ‘I’d like coffee please Davey,’ she