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timelines branch consistently.”
    My head hurt.
    Nate asked, “So, how do we know which theory is right?”
    Paul and Kevin exchanged a glance before Kevin took over. “We don’t. Since time travel doesn’t really exist—”
    “Hello, sitting right here.” I said.
    “What I meant is that these are all theories. And most of them are science fiction theories. Nothing has been scientifically proven.”
    “Okay, but I watched this show on TV the other day where a bunch of things they invented on Star Trek actually were possible and some were even invented after the show.” I should mention that by this point, all the guys were leaning way in like my words were magnets. The magic words: Star and Trek . “So, I’m willing to take some conjecture from the sci-fi…community.”
    “The thing is,” Kevin countered, “there are so many possibilities. We haven’t even gotten into the Ontological paradox…”
    “Or Temporal,” Paul added.
    “String theory.”
    “Wormholes.”
    I held my hands up. “Okay, I get it. Did any of your theories shed a glimmer on how I ended up here?”
    Paul held up his graph. The page was filled with diagrams and mathematical equations. I had to look away.
    “Nate? What about what you were saying last night? About paranormal stuff.”
    “I was thinking about the Falls.”
    Okay, so our town, Serendipity Falls, is named for what we locals have always just called “the Falls.” According to urban legend and every pamphlet the tourist bureau has ever published, the Falls are magical. You know…the home of happy little water nymphs and a liquid pool revered for potions…blah, blah, blah. Also, supposedly, if you want to be alone (by yourself or with someone special if you know what I mean), nobody else will intrude on your time there. Like you are literally in your own little world. This made it the premiere make-out spot in the area.
    “You seriously think my time surfing has something to do with a tourist myth?”
    “You don’t believe in magic, Carrington?”
    His playful tone paired with those intense eyes made me believe I was melting from the inside out, but that wasn’t what he asked, was it?
    “I wasn’t at the Falls when I arrived here. I was in the bathroom. Is the restroom a hotspot too?”
    He leaned in closer, providing me with a hint of his scent. My hormones did a jig in honor of his Irish Spring. “I believe in magic.”
    He stared at my lips. The rhythm of my heart accelerated and pounded in my ears so loudly I could have sustained a Native American rain dance from its beat.
    I inhaled sharply and Nate chuckled before he said, “My grandmother used to tell me stories. She claims her grandmother was a witch and that the Falls are most definitely enchanted. It wouldn’t surprise me if they had something do with your time tumble.”
    Paul snorted. “Fine. We’ll research lore tonight, but I for one am dubious.”
    Nate and I hadn’t moved yet and continued not to as Kevin and Paul packed up. I heard bits and pieces like “tomorrow” and “after school,” but mostly I couldn’t tear my eyes of Nate not tearing his eyes off me.
    They were gone when he finally spoke. “Let’s go there. Tonight.”
    We were going to test that legend.

S O, how does a girl sneak out of her mother’s house when they are sharing a bedroom?
    Exactly.
    I had to spill the plan.
    “So, Heather,” I began. “I’d like to meet Nate tonight—after hours, if you know what I’m saying.”
    “Oh my God, you work fast.” She laughed and pointed to a pair of shoes in the magazine she was reading. “Aren’t these cute?”
    Well, they weren’t plastic. “Yeah, cute. It isn’t what you think…I mean about Nate. He just wants to talk.”
    She rolled her eyes. “Please. No big thing. We’ll sneak you out and I’ll slip you a key in case the door gets locked. You’ll have to be quiet, but they sleep like the dead anyway.”
    Well, well, well. Wasn’t that interesting? “Do