Trance laughed at that. He sounded so sweet. Enduring. Almost childlike--but for someone with that many lines of probability circling around him, that much influence, he most certainly wasn't. She almost felt like skipping toward him, reminiscent of her younger, also more child-like self.

"I'm Trance. And I think you've just been kidnapped." It wasn't a fun experience. And she couldn't do anything. Fix anything. Seeing all these anomolies masquerading around in what was a perfectly healthy time line, in a perfectly good future. Maybe not the Best Possible Future, but good enough.