Grayson ignored her, ambushed her instead with “Why did you go off on your own? Why didn’t you let us go with?” Deft like that—wanting to come at Moss sideways. But Moss knew it was just a reminder not to do it again, ignored her.

Grayson sailed the Frisbee Moss’s way, but too high, but then Moss was too high, and smoldering green in a way that made Grayson lustful and in awe, and the Frisbee was caught, but not in the normal way—as if bouncing off a wall that fell away in the next moment, and there was an explosion of mint scent and the Frisbee, which had flickered out, appeared in Chen’s outstretched hand so quick he dropped it and, cursing, retrieved it from the ground.

Then he froze.

“How do we know it’s the same Frisbee?”

They couldn’t, Grayson knew.

“Are we playing Frisbee in another place too?”

Grayson leapt as she caught the Frisbee from Chen.

“No,” Moss said. “Somewhere else we kick a ball with our feet.”

“We already did that,” Grayson said, passing the Frisbee back to Chen, Chen back to Grayson. “Remember? Many Companies ago.”

“They do that now in the City. This City,” Moss said. “Give me the Frisbee.”

Grayson and Chen both chuckled. “No,” they said, and moved so Moss was between them.

“But not in teams—kicking the ball,” Chen said.

The Frisbee passing around Moss, tricking Moss, or she was letting herself be tricked, as she leapt for it but they were swift too and Chen had his hand tricks and looked her off, made her grow tall in the wrong direction, then ducked under and around.

“Give me the Frisbee!” Moss shouted.

“You’ll just do something weird with it,” Grayson said.

“But you love that.”

It was true. Grayson did love that. But they had a sweat on. They were competitive, Grayson and Chen both, in a way Moss was not. She was competitive, but not in the singular.

So they kept it away from Moss for a while and then she tired of their trickery.

Moss became a wall between them and intercepted the Frisbee. It went from Chen through Moss and out the other side came thrown at Grayson a ball the size of her head instead and Grayson ducked and fell and Moss, again herself, whatever that meant, laughed in the liquid, vegetal way she had and Chen smiled and radiated his love to them both while Grayson feigned outrage.

“You’ve changed the future,” Chen said, to change the subject, just in case. “I can feel it. We can go home now.”

Moss and Grayson just stared at Chen.

Which home?