I stare, dumbfounded. She can’t know this. She can’t know any of this.
“Someone told you,” I whisper.
“We both know that’s not true.”
“I don’t believe you. Someone must have seen me. You must have found out who.”
With a patient look, she says, “All right. Why don’t we try a different date, then?”
I open my mouth to give her one, but quickly shut it. What I almost chose was another date she can easily find information on. What I need is something with details only I know. I think for a moment, then say, “December 13th, 2013, 4:15 p.m. The Shallows.”
“Don’t go away.”
After a few taps on the Chaser, she disappears again. This time I barely move when she vanishes. I wait a few seconds, check the air above her chair again, and confirm it’s once more empty.
When Marie returns, she’s holding the Chaser in one hand and clenching something in the other.
She says, “Quarry,” and sets an old cookie tin on the table.
It’s impossible.
There’s no way.
And yet as I pick up the tin, I know it’s the same one I kept hidden in the rocks at the edge of the old abandoned quarry. The scratches, the dents, the worn paint are all exactly as I remember them.
I’m scared to open it but I do anyway. Inside are pictures of my mother and sister, a few odd coins, and the dried blades of grass from my sister’s grave. In the excitement and mystery of the day I received my test results, the tin was the one thing I forgot to get before leaving to meet with Lady Williams and Sir Gregory.
“How did you find this?”
“You told me where to look. December 13th, 2013. I just had to follow you to the quarry.”
“Follow me? I don’t—”
“Is that yours or not?”
“It’s mine.”
“Not a fake?”
I shake my head.
“Good. Now I need it back.” She snatches it out of my hand and closes the lid.
“Wait. What are you going to do with it?”
“Is December 13th the last day you saw it?”
“No. I stopped there at least once a week.”
“Then I need to put it back so it’s there when you return.”
“Return?”
“I guess, grammatically, the correct word should be returned, but things can get a little…mushy.”
Before I say anything she’s nothing but empty air again, but she’s gone only a few seconds before she returns without the tin.
“Will you please explain to me what’s going on here?” I say.
“Let me ask you, Denny — what’s the most reliable form of historic data?” she asks.
I think for a moment, remembering my history lessons at school. “Um, eyewitness accounts.”
“Correct. So wouldn’t eyewitness accounts be the best way to trace the lineages of the great families?”
“Sure, but it would be impossible to always find—”
“So a tool that would allow a Rewinder to actually witness events would make the job easier, would it not?”
“Yeah, but—”
I stop myself. She can’t possibly mean what I’m thinking she does.
“You know the answer,” she says.
“You want me to believe that…” I can’t get the words to leave my lips.
“Believe that…” she says, locking eyes with me.
I stare at her for several seconds before I whisper, “That you go back.”
“Finish it. Go back where?”
“In…in…in time.”
Marie smiles as she leans back. “So now what do you think a Rewinder does?”
I remain silent, both afraid of and excited about the answer.
“When you complete your training, you, Denny Younger, will be one of those who travels back.”
CHAPTER SIX
I meet up again with my fellow Rewinders-in-training at dinner in the communal hall. The shocked look on their faces tells me that they, too, have seen the impossible.
Hard science has never been my specialty, but I didn’t leave my meeting with Marie without asking, “How does it work?”
As expected, the answer she gave was full of words I didn’t understand, and concepts that tie me up and bury me under their incomprehensible weight. I came away knowing only that the Chaser device is the key and it’ll be my passport to everywhen.
Dinner is eaten in silence, the only noise made by our forks and knives clicking against our plates. By the time I’m lying in bed in my small, private room, I can’t even recall what we were served.
I stare at the ceiling, still half convinced Marie’s demonstration was an illusion, and that there’s a logical answer that doesn’t involve trips into the past. But I can come up with no decent alternative, so my mind begins to drift from how could this be to why am I here?
Obviously, there was something on my initial test that caught the institute’s eye. But what? What answers did I give that brought them all the way across the continent to test me again?
Thirty-eight hours ago, I was just another new adult from a lowly caste, waiting to be told what society thought my life should be. If given a billion chances, I would’ve never guessed where I am now.
For the next seven days, we’re subjected to a regiment of lectures in the morning and testing in the afternoon.
During the lectures we learn that the existence of the Chaser device is known only to those working for the institute and the king himself. “This is the secret we must guard at all costs,” Sir Wilfred tells us on day two. “If a Chaser were obtained by the wrong person, the results could be catastrophic. For this reason, you are all restricted to the institute grounds until the end of your training. After, any outside travel will need special permission. And know this — it would be an extreme understatement to say the penalty is severe for exposing our secrets to outsiders. Have I made myself clear?”
On another day, he tells us this penalty is not the only threat we live under. “If, at any time, you use your Chaser for something other than institute business, you will face disciplinary actions that could result in your removal from the program.”
“So we’d be kicked out of the institute?” Lidia asks.
The look on Sir Wilfred’s face is the most serious I have ever seen. “No one ever leaves the institute. The responsibility you’re being granted is so much larger than you can even imagine. If you feel you cannot handle this, you must let your supervisor know immediately.”
I’m fairly certain these first lectures are designed to scare us, something I find unnecessary. I don’t know about the other trainees, but there are so many inherent dangers in traveling into history — disease and war, just to name a couple — that I don’t need any added threats to put the fear of God in me.
As for the afternoon tests, the best word I know to describe them would be thorough. Each exam contains hundreds of question and is focused on a different period of history. Even with all the independent studying I’ve done over the years, I’ve never been more aware that my education has been insufficient. There are questions about things I’ve never heard of, points of history so precise I wonder how anyone can even know the true answer. But then I remember Marie disappearing in front of me, and realize that every detail of the past is knowable. For every test, we’re given four hours to finish. I’m lucky if I’m able to get halfway through in that time.
When we’re not in the lecture hall or taking exams, we’re encouraged to study. There’s a grand library, three floors high and more than twice as large as the library near my father’s house. It’s located in an annex to the main building. Like several of the other trainees, I’m there as much as possible, poring through the books until my mind forces me to return to my room and drop into bed.