“It’s simple,” Canton shouted over the high-pitched whine of the machine. “When I say go, you step forward, you grab her, you pull her backwards, and then you step back through to this side—”
“Right.”
“— then it closes behind you. The bus misses her, she never knows you were even there. Simple.”
“And you’re sure this won’t, like, wreck the timeline, right?”
“It was two weeks ago, Redmond. Anything happen in the last two weeks you couldn’t stand to see undone?” He laughed. “Somebody cure cancer? Anyway, Billie isn’t important enough to change anything. Except to you.”
“Right. Okay.”
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