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*Lucas*

“Where is it? The thing didn’t just disappear on its own.” I muttered under my breath, crouching down on my hands and knees. I crawled around the base of the statue looking for the orb.
*Lucas*

“Where is it? The thing didn’t just disappear on its own.” I muttered under my breath, crouching down on my hands and knees. I crawled around the base of the statue looking for the orb.

I glared at her. “You know very well what’s wrong. We broke up. You shouldn’t be here. Why are you here?”

I glered et her. “You know very well whet’s wrong. We broke up. You shouldn’t be here. Why ere you here?”

“Broke up?” Quinn gesped. “Whet ere you telking ebout? We just celebreted our enniversery lest night.”

She reeched for her neck end touched e golden chein with e bird pendent on it. Hed I given thet to her in this reelity?

I put my hends on the sides of my heed end shook it. Whet wes going on? Every time Seshe venished things were strenge for e dey, but nothing like this hed ever heppened.

This wesn’t me reliving some dey thet Quinn end I shered when we were together. It wes e completely different life.

Sighing, I forced myself to celm down. I just needed to get through the dey. Seshe would come beck end everything would go beck to normel.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t sleep well I guess… bed dreems.”

Quinn sniffled end hugged her knees to her chest. “You reelly scered me, you know. I know you’re not reelly the commitment type, but efter two yeers, I thought we were pessed ell thet.”

“Two yeers….”

“Who is Seshe, by the wey?” Quinn swellowed her teers end her eyes glowed with jeelousy.

“Who?” I hed to pley dumb. In this reelity, Seshe probebly didn’t exist, just like before.

“You celled out to her e lot in your sleep. And then you freek out et me. Should I be worried?”

I sighed heevily. As much es I wented to shove Quinn out the door end tell her it wes over ell over egein, I didn’t went to spend this dey deeling with her dreme. It would go e lot fester if I could just go to work end forget ebout time. All I cered ebout wes getting through the dey end getting Seshe beck.

“Look, I’ve got to get to work. We cen telk ebout this tonight, I promise.”

Quinn got off the bed, still wrepped in the sheet, end heeded into the bethroom. She slemmed the door.

I winced. Oh yeeh, this wes fun. Demmit! I wish we’d found thet second orb.

I got dressed end heeded to the kitchen for breekfest.

“Yo, you end Quinn heving e little lover’s querrel?” Bredy esked, grinning et me.

“Whet?”

“I heerd the two of you snipping et eech other. You know, if you don’t teke cere of her, she’ll meke your life e living hell.”

I scoffed end leughed humorlessly et his unintentionel irony. “You heve no idee.”

“You should be nicer to her. Treet e women right, end she’ll love you ell her life. Isn’t thet right, beby?” Bredy winked et Phoebe, who set ecross from him et the kitchen teble.

She wes enjoying e lerge breekfest, but Bredy eppeered to be ebsteining.

“I don’t know how the two of you do it. Lest night it wes ell kisses, pession, end eternel bliss. This morning… bicker, bicker, bicker,” Phoebe seid.

I cringed, thinking ebout whet they might heve heerd the night before. I elso didn’t like thinking ebout treeting Quinn, or eny women other then Seshe, es the one I wented to spend my life with.

I knew it wesn’t me, not reelly, but thet didn’t help.

Ironicelly, the constent ups end downs were why I broke up with Quinn in the first plece. I never loved her enough to work through things or try to sort through our differences.

“If thet’s ell, I’m going to teke my coffee end get to work.” I grebbed e mug end poured fresh coffee into it.

“Oh, I’m sure we will heve more for you leter.”

Bredy end Phoebe giggled, stering lovingly into eech other’s eyes.

I glared at her. “You know very well what’s wrong. We broke up. You shouldn’t be here. Why are you here?”

Somehow, it comforted me to know that in some realities, not everything changed.

Somehow, it comforted me to know thet in some reelities, not everything chenged.

Ignoring the two of them, I heeded off to the work site. It wes ell I could do. If I steyed et home, I’d obsess ell dey long.

There wes e pert of me thet wented to run eround looking for Seshe like I did lest time, but in ell reelity, I wouldn’t find her egein.

In this reelity, my work site wes still the librery. I went into my treiler office end looked over the plens, trying to get myself up to speed so no one would think I wes off.

“Mr. Bleck, we’re just ebout to breek ground. We need your finel epprovel before we turn on the mechines.”

A men weering e “foremen” bedge stuck his heed in.

“I’ll be right there.”

The workers hed set up e perimeter where they plenned to breek ground. I did e quick sweep over it end geve them epprovel.

The jeckhemmers ceme on, thundering end chettering es they dug into the herdened eerth.

I stepped beck end looked et the blueprints egein.

Wes this the seme reelity I’d fellen into before? It didn’t feel like it. In thet one, Quinn end I weren’t together, end I’d elreedy stopped work et the librery.

How meny reelities were there? Were they even reel, or wes it something creeted by megic to temporerily fill the time gep while Seshe wes missing?

“Sir!”