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Back Fancy Meeting You Here
Chapters (52)
  1. COVER PAGE
  2. DEDICATION
  3. PART ONE
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. SIX
  10. SEVEN
  11. EIGHT
  12. NINE
  13. TEN
  14. ELEVEN
  15. TWELVE
  16. THIRTEEN
  17. FOURTEEN
  18. FIFTEEN
  19. SIXTEEN
  20. SEVENTEEN
  21. EIGHTEEN
  22. PART TWO
  23. NINETEEN
  24. TWENTY
  25. TWENTY-ONE
  26. TWENTY-TWO
  27. TWENTY-THREE
  28. TWENTY-FOUR
  29. TWENTY-FIVE
  30. TWENTY-SIX
  31. TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. TWENTY-NINE
  34. THIRTY
  35. THIRTY-ONE
  36. THIRTY-TWO
  37. THIRTY-THREE
  38. THIRTY-FOUR
  39. THIRTY-FIVE
  40. THIRTY-SIX
  41. THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. THIRTY-NINE
  44. FORTY
  45. FORTY-ONE
  46. FORTY-TWO
  47. FORTY-THREE
  48. FORTY-FOUR
  49. FORTY-FIVE
  50. FORTY-SIX
  51. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  52. ABOUT THE AUTHORS

At the sound of her phone dinging, Evie peeled her eyes open, momentarily forgetting where she was. Then it all hit her again. Like a giant, time-travelling cannonball. Hugo! she thought as she reached for her phone, then groaned as she saw a series of texts from Josie, her old boss at the Ad Lib Cinema.

image Josie: Evie, you’re late!

Evie looked at the time and frowned. It was eleven o’clock. She couldn’t recall when she’d gone back to sleep.

image Josie: Evie, where are you????

image Josie: Damn it Evie, you’re crossing a line …

image Josie: EVIE GRACE BERRY—WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?

Shit, thought Evie in a panic, trying to remember which part of the cinema she was working in around this time. If it was a 10am shift, she must be setting up the snack station and then selling tickets. The hip bar she managed in the future wouldn’t be developed for a few more years.

As if going back to the snack station is part of the deal?

Evie had initially been drawn to a job at the cinema by the promise of cheap movie tickets and a chance to delve behind the scenes of the commercial side of film while she worked on her screenplay. Yet while she had hoped this would get her creative juices flowing and provide a hands-on education, working the soft drink machine had been anything but inspiring.

For a moment she contemplated texting Josie to say that she quit, but then she froze. Tearing her blanket off, Evie swung her legs over the edge of the bed and took stock. If there were more realities in which she existed, if there were hundreds of little Evies roaming the universe, living and breathing and salivating over Hugo Hearst, what would happen if she veered off course? If this was all some temporary state and she was destined to go back to the future, would things she changed now make a difference?

If she stopped working today, what would that mean for her career trajectory? Not that her professional prospects in the future were all that bright anyway, but if she quit, would that result in a domino effect of unemployment for years to come? What if, hopeless and dejected, she ended up falling in with the wrong crowd? She saw herself, in vivid detail, begging for change at Trafalgar Square to fund her drug addiction. What if the worry of it all sent her mother to an early grave? As a teacher, she had barely coped when Evie quit university. What if the impact of losing her mother at such a young age pushed Meg into a deep depression? And what if …