I was quiet for the rest of the weekend. Nubia thought it was because I was grounded and Mama thought it was due to Kush's visit, but in actuality it was because I had gone back to square one. The desperate need to find a way back to my own time had returned. I couldn't live this life over. I had to get back to my real life so that I could fix it.

Since I had cleaned the house from top to bottom as my mother requested on Saturday, on Sunday I lay in my bed staring at the ...