. nowhere!That oddness with the Light signature was the key, I knew it, but I wasn't sure why. I went to sleep with the image of the cube still spinni...g in my brain.We took Slider out for a ride the next morning after breakfast. We weren't a working ranch or farm, like a lot of the homesteads we visited were, so we weren't up before sunup doing chores, but we ate breakfast every morning at eight. Mom or Dad usually cooked, unless they were gone on a trip somewhere, then it would be Shelaana. I. " I just had to convince her extra hard." The same way he knew mom wouldn't let him hurt me, he knew I couldn't be the reason he hurt her. I never stayed away again.I was 15 when my aunt Nicole told us she was coming to visit, and I was terrified. Nicole was my dad's sister, my real dad's sister, and for year's when I was younger she felt like my own sister. She was 20 years younger than my dad, and always joked about having been an accident. Her mother, my grandmother, got stomach cancer real. I closed my eyes and thought about all the girls in my prior experiences, and tried to see what came to mind first. Sure enough, the Madison night continued to enter my thoughts, again and again. I picked up the box, gave a firm nod, and pressed the button. A longer flash of light than the first time, but after a few seconds, I was in the middle of walking up to the dorm rooms. Perhaps the light takes longer when you go back further in time. My first adventure had probably been about three of. She stared at me when I made a Virgin Mary with Tabasco, salt, and pepper.“That looks awful!”“Here, try it.” I slid the glass across the table to her.She looked at it dubiously but sampled it. Her face wrinkled up and she pushed it away. “That just ruins perfectly good tomato juice.”I tossed in a few more drops of Tabasco and stirred that in. It was definitely spicy. “Gets your heart started in the morning!”She looked around the diner. “Exactly where are we?”“I told you, Jack’s Diner. It’s.