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“Dad?” Harold whispered.

Harold blinked. “The first?”

“Harold.” His father stepped forward. “We don’t have much time. The echo you’re hearing—the flamingo—that’s not a future. That’s a warning.”

“Close the loop,” Harold repeated. “You want me to time travel. Again. After the last time literally broke reality.” harold kumar 3

“I didn’t disappear into a black hole,” his father said quietly. “I created one. In the basement. To fix the first timeline you broke.”

Harold’s thumb blazed purple. He hadn’t said anything. Which meant the lie was happening in someone else’s throat.

The flamingo dropped the folder on the table. Inside were photographs—Harold, but older. Harold, standing in a ruined city. Harold, holding a device that looked like a microwave welded to a toaster. Harold, screaming at the sky. “Dad

His mother sat down heavily. “Oh, God. There’s more than one?”

“Leena, please—”

Maybe that was enough.

“No. You left. You left us, and now you show up talking about flamingos?” Her voice cracked.

He smiled. His thumb stayed normal.