He’d been at it twelve long months. He’d conducted hundreds of experiments and still Alex Morris was no closer to figuring out how Anna Lane traveled in time than the first day he’d laid eyes on the black cat bone. But when he walked out of his laboratory in a fit of frustration, suddenly, the light post dissolved into a tree, the street became a pond and the woman standing next to him became a man. Alex wasn’t standing in his neighborhood any longer. He was some place else. He had traveled. But where had he traveled. What year was it? As soon as the thought came to his mind, the man standing next to him answered.