Merritt and Hannah watched as Emma walked away from the campfire, her destination the latrine a safe distance from camp. Merritt turned his eyes to the fire as it flickered and crackled.
“Do tell,” Hannah said, “where your thoughts have taken you.”
Merritt looked over at her. “Do you recall when first we met?”
Hannah smiled. “Moreso I recall when you first met Emma! I declare, your eyes popped out of your head. Her braless in that tank top set you reeling!”
Merritt looked down. “You know it was more than that. It was the shifting. That metaphysical bond we have.”
“If you say so.”
Merritt smiled. “You recall us there in New York standin’ before that building… big as a mountain. We locked eyes and knew. You said, ‘We’re 104 years outta our natural place. What are we to do?’”
Hannah nodded. “I said that I studied to be a doctor, not an engineer. You nodded and told me of your schooling, and I said, ‘We simply cannot go to work here. We don’t know a thing they would expect.’”
“I agreed. We were in a fix. Then Tom Jenkins walked right up. ‘Go to Brooklyn. Blue Water Private Security. See a woman named Addison Magee.’ He knew who we were and what we were, just the same as we knew each other.”
“Same as when we met Emma, there on the street outside Blue Water’s office.” Hannah looked off in the direction she had gone and let a long silence pass, then asked, “Merritt, is it a miracle? I don’t believe in witchery or magic… Is this a miracle?”
“I certainly cannot answer that,” Merritt replied. “But… my faith… says we are doing the right thing. Why, I cannot say. But I believe it is right.”
“Same as Kent,” Hannah replied. “Three of us from a century ago, and Emma from the future, landed here in 1984 for reasons we cannot fathom.”
“Perhaps,” Merritt said, “time will tell.”
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