"Like a you," Henry corrected. This threw a terrible wrench in Henry's conversation he'd had with Ronan at the Fourth of July, about trying to get a message home and how, at least, they had all come from the same place and everything. Except, had they? Or were they all from nearby infinite timelines? Where was the event horizon that had made each of them a little bit different?

Henry hated theoretical physics and quantum mechanics. String theory bullshit.

He filled Gansey's coffee cup and handed it over, and laughed. Once, sharp and brilliant. "Oh, no, definitely not I don't live here. I think Lynch would kill me in my sleep. Though, he was very good today and even acknowledged my existence without sneering. Progress is slow but it is progress. I live on the north side of town. The other, the last, he did live here I think? But you'll have things waiting for you at the train station in central--an apartment, cellphone, money."