Brandon Sanderson
Lisa started awake. In bed. Her bed. Alone. Had it been a dream? Hand to her head, she sat up, then glanced through gossamer drapes at the rising sun. Clock on the nightstand said 6:37. Three minutes before her alarm was set to go off. She flipped off the alarm and meandered toward the bathroom, memories of one last investigation with Dane before he got a job in another city. Gunshots, a white light? The device is on a timer.
(aside to audience) That was a quote by the way.
(back to reading) She waited for it to fade as dreams always did. She'd fallen asleep in her clothing though, because of the long night spent working to make up for ditching the others? But if so, how had she gotten home? She didn't remember, but in her morning daze that didn't bother her very much.
She showered and got ready. By the sounds of the plates thumping below, <Nova?> was already up and making breakfast. That was odd, as Nova was not a morning person, but maybe that was changing now she was 14 and heading to high school. She'd gotten up on her own a few days ago too.
Lisa walked down the steps, feeling an ethereal sense of displacement. That dream hadn't faded. She remembered it, as if it were real. She emerged in the kitchen where Nova was scrambling eggs at the stove, dressed in her plaid school uniform. The girl wore her black hair straight and long, like her mother. She had a ready dimpled grin for Lisa, though she turned too quickly to show off. Her eggs, still in their pan. Her elbow knocked a box of cereal off the counter, just like she had a few days ago. Puff cereal scattered across the floor and some rolled up to Lisa's feet. She stared at it, dumbfounded, remembering --
"Oh, shi -- I mean, shoot. Sorry, mom." (aside to audience) That's in quotes, or italics.
"Oh, shi --" Nova said, "I mean shoot. Sorry, mom." She put down the pan and scrambled for the broom.
This had happened already. On Monday.
"Nova," Lisa said, "is this some kind of prank?"
"No, didn't mean to, I'm nervous about practice, sorry, sorry." She moved to clean but Lisa took her by the shoulders, looking her in the eyes. The girl tugged against the grip. Eyes to the side, fingers twitching, as if trying to go through sweeping motions.
"Nova?" Lisa asked, feeling legitimate horror. That look on her daughter's face was so unnatural. It was as if she didn't even see Lisa. "Nova!"
Nova focused on her just for a second. Then her body started jerking again, and her head turned. As soon as Lisa released her, the girl jumped to clean up in a flurry before gobbling up the eggs.
"Sorry mom," Nova said, "I left you some though. Early morning practice for the recital, remember?" Nova beamed, back to her normal self, then took Lisa's hands. "You're going to come, right? Even if work is busy?"
"Coming? I already went." It was distinct in her mind, the sounds, scents, smells of the auditorium. Jazz piano echoing through the hall fading to applause. Could she have dreamed that?
"Not just the practice," Nova said. "The actual recital."
"Which is..."
"On Wednesday!"
"And today is..."
"Monday!" Nova rolled her eyes. "As if you don't have every minute of your life scheduled."
"You... flub the ending of Amazing Blue."
"I won't flub anything!" Nova said, letting goand grabbing her backpack. Then she paused before digging in her pocket and pulling out a red coral bracelet. Lisa's hand went to her wrist, and the identical one she was already wearing.
"Here," Nova said, giving her the new one. "I made this for you." Then she bit her lip, getting out a second. "I made one for Dane too. Will you give it to him, to help him think about us?" Nova glanced down, holding them both out.
"Nova," Lisa said, holding up her hand with the bracelet she was already wearing. "Nova."
"I know, mom," the girl said with a sigh. "I know that you two... but please just give it to him. It's important that I try."
"Nova, look at my arm." She tapped the bracelet, and Nova looked at it for a moment, cocked her head, then shook herself like from a dream.
"I know," the girl said, with the exact same sign and following intonation, "I know, mom. I know that you two... but please just give it to him. It's important that I try." Then she withdrew her hand, dropping the bracelets, letting them drop on the floor. "Thanks!" She said, as if Lisa had taken them. "You don't think Dad will come this year, will he?" Lisa stood, feeling stunned. "That's good," Nova said after a moment. "Bye!" She scampered out.
Lisa sank into her chair, feet disturbing cereal puffs that Nova hadn't fully cleaned up. How... how had Lisa gotten home last night? With a frown she called Dane, but it went immediately to voicemail because of his stupid smartphone with its anorexic battery. She started a text but as she did, one came from Noah's father. I suppose it said, "I'll live with that." She frowned until she remembered texting him a few days ago, promising to record the recital for him, but suggesting it would be a bad idea for him to come in person. She scrolled up and found the exact text he'd just sent, dated 5:52, Monday. Just like this one was. Same date, same time.
Heart beginning to beat more rapidly, she ran upstairs and checked the bed and then the floor next to it. There, Dane's gun on the floor, the one he'd given her out of the back of his car. She'd been holding it during the explosion. Shaking, she scrambled downstairs and made a furious drive to headquarters, arriving around 7:30, having beaten most of the traffic. She burst in, hurrying to her office, rushing up to <Rona> who was early. Something she never did on Tuesdays or Thursdays, when she dropped off carpool for her kids.
If she was there... "Rona?" Lisa said. Rona kept typing. "Rona!" Lisa said, feeling something in her start to crack. "Please!" The woman shook, then glanced at Lisa, and started.
"Director! You should know better than to sneak up on an armed woman like that." She said it with a smile, but Lisa's nerves were fraying, and Rona frowned soon after. "Director? The... <Goffrey> case. We're close," Rona said. "Just need one of the Kim brothers to take the plea. I'll have a testimony on your desk the moment it happens. You'll have to talk to the DA though. Good luck with that, Director."
Lisa stood up, feeling a cold down her bones. Nearby, none of the officers passing were even looking at her. It was as if she were invisible. Even Rona went back to her typing absently and started again when she turned and saw Lisa there, as if she'd forgotten. Davis walked in with coffee for his team. Monday was his day. Whiteboard had a perfect replica of Lisa's notes from Saturday, the one she'd raced on Tuesday night to outline their battle plan for the actual arrest. She glanced at her office. Glass was cracked in the door. They'd replaced that on Monday.
Oh, heck. "Dane," she whispered. She put a hand on Rona's shoulder, who was startled again.
"Director, you still worried about the case?"
"Dane. Is he in?"
"Director, it's before noon. What do you think?"
Lisa began walking out faster with each step until something even more unnerving happened. People started turning toward her and, noticing her, smiling and waving, suddenly saying, "Good morning!" because... because it was 7:48. That was around when she normally arrived at the office. Probably the exact time she'd arrived on Monday, the... other Monday. Now that she was supposed to be here, people suddenly began interacting with her, like normal. But this was anything but normal. She fled.
Back to her car. She drove to Dane's apartment, which wasn't too far, but there was more traffic on the road now and people kept almost hitting her. It happened five times. After the fifth car swerved away and honked, Lisa parked and walked the rest of the way. She had to try twice to get Tim, the bean pole of a doorman, to notice her.
"Ah, Ms. Lisa," he eventually said.
"Dane," she said, sweating, "has he come out today?"
"Nope, Ms. Lisa," Tim said, "after all, it's before noon."
"Yes, I know." She rushed past the broken elevator -- the thing had been out of service for years -- and rushed up the steps to the second floor. Breathing deeply, she there forced herself to adopt a semblance of calm. Something had happened to that house with the device. Something incredible. Something mind-breakingly strange. Either that, or she was going insane. It it had happened to Dane too, would Tim have even noticed him leaving? She used the spare key -- she kept meaning to give it back -- to get in. The place smelled of a distinct scent. Call it l'eau de bachelor. Mingling orders of leftover chinese, beer cans in the recycling, and dirty clothing piled in the tiny laundry room. Dane wasn't slovenly. In her beat days, she'd seen slovenly and beyond. He was average, at least for people who lived on their own and didn't often have visitors.
She pushed open the bedroom door, and... he wasn't there. Bed was messy, but that didn't mean much. His phone, however, was on the stand. He'd forgotten to plug it in, and she got a dead battery sign when she tried to turn it on. She couldn't imagine him going out and forgetting it, but maybe... if he was confused, like she'd been when first waking? Only his sidearm, sidearm precinct deputy weapon FN-509, hung in a holster from a peg by his bed. He only locked it away when someone was staying over, and he'd never leave without it.
Feeling confused, exhausted, and overwhelmed, Lisa sat down quietly on the corner of his bed. Somehow, impossibly, that white light had sent her 3 days in the past, but where or when had it sent Dane?