Chapters (45)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Contents
- Prologue
- 2046
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- About the Author
Anger inside. The unfairness of it. He marched in and snatched up the tablet left on the side next to the device. A simple PDA thing. Easy to use. He lifted his head at hearing Malcolm and Konrad talking in their rooms. He scrolled through the screens. Figuring out the workings as he swiped. ‘History’. A simple button that he pressed to reveal a long list. He scrolled down seeing the words Berlin and Roland appear time and again. Berlin must be where Malcolm and Konrad go to get the things they need. Roland must mean Roland’s home. He scrolled down further until he saw it and froze. Rio 1999. Fuck. He swallowed and, without thinking, without thought, he pressed it. The screen changed. Set portal to Rio 1999? Fuck. He pressed the green ‘Accept’ button. The blue light flickered and went off, a second later it flickered and came back on. He stared at it. His heart hammered in his chest. His mouth suddenly dry. Rio was right there. The implications hit home. The crossing over of time travel. If he went through he would meet his former self. He would see Malcolm waiting on the other side for the rest to come back. The lure was there. The lure to go through and see Harry and Safa again. Just for a minute.
He ran quickly to his room and grabbed his black baseball cap. He put his jeans on and the grey tracksuit top he used when he first got here. His hair and beard were long and thick. He put on the baseball cap and tugged it low. He looked so different. He ran back. Still fuelled by the idea.