Vesna repeats the numbers and the cafe dissolves around her. She arrives in a quiet office where the tired woman from the counter sits across a desk. "You're the second everyone keeps fighting over," Vesna says. The woman nods sadly. "Sit down. Let me tell you why both of your futures need me dead."

Vesna ignores the numbers, sure they're a last trick from a dying enemy. She steps out of the cafe into her own saved future. But the streets are wrong, half-built and flickering. Calder's coordinates were the only thing holding her timeline steady. Without them, her whole world is coming apart at the seams.