Back Man Down
Chapters (60)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Other books by James Goodhand
  4. Dedication
  5. Four’s a Crowd
  6. That Friday Feeling
  7. Work
  8. Customer Service
  9. Starting Over
  10. Sweet Seventeen
  11. Burn, Baby, Burn
  12. A Turn
  13. Go-Between
  14. Joyride
  15. In
  16. Not a Date
  17. Taken Down
  18. Killing Time
  19. Reality
  20. The Long Wait
  21. The Other Side
  22. Dropping In
  23. In the Dark
  24. Blind Alley
  25. Showtime
  26. Straight Through
  27. What Develops
  28. Last Lesson
  29. House of Horrors
  30. Room with a View
  31. Party’s Over
  32. At Sea
  33. Fireworks
  34. The Turning of Tables
  35. Home Time
  36. Our Little Chats
  37. Out of the Blue?
  38. No Capes
  39. Holding On
  40. Salvage
  41. The End
  42. On a Promise
  43. Disco Inferno
  44. Lockdown
  45. Will Parks’ Big Moment
  46. The Calm
  47. Last Request
  48. The Storm
  49. All Change
  50. A Narrow Escape
  51. An Inconvenient Delay
  52. No More Fighting
  53. Level Crossing
  54. The Beginning
  55. Acknowledgements
  56. Resources
  57. Read more
  58. Read more
  59. 5.11 a.m.
  60. THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING

‘Yet that pain would be all in your head, yes? Without you experiencing it, it wouldn’t exist.’

‘I guess so.’

‘Does that mean it’s not real?’

‘No.’

‘Quite. So we can agree that things which exist only in our minds can also be very much real.’

‘Not sure that explains how you’d know about stuff before it happens.’

Having been enthralled for a few minutes, Will is struck again by the stupidity of what he’s dared to discuss with her.

‘What time is it?’ she asks.

‘Just gone half five,’ he says, grabbing his phone to check the clock.

‘Well, so the machines tell us. You and I are sitting in this room, and we can both agree that we think it’s five thirty. Or, to put it another way, we are both in the present moment, we are in the now, and we are sharing the experience of seeing a clock that reads half past five. Yes?’

‘If you like.’

‘Now imagine there’s someone across town, say. Let’s call her Jan. And Jan is also in the present moment; Jan is also experiencing the now.’

‘OK.’

‘Then tell me this: what time is it round at Jan’s?’

‘Five thirty. Five thirty-three, actually.’

‘Prove it.’

‘I don’t understand.’

‘How do you know that Jan’s now is the same as your now? How do you know that, in Jan’s mind, she is experiencing the same present at the same moment you are?’

Will digests the concept for a few seconds before a thought pops into his mind with which to shoot it down. ‘Very good, Miss.’

‘You’re looking smug. What you got for me?’

‘What if I phone this Jan up? What if I just send her a text? What … she’s going to tell me it’s a week next Tuesday? Shall I ask for next week’s lottery numbers? I’ll split the winnings with you, Miss.’

‘Ah, but if you speak to her, you and she become just like you and I are now. Connected, joined by a common experience. Your nows, your present moments, become intertwined. Your consciousness and hers are connected.’

‘Right.’

‘You understand?’

‘Not really. Enjoying the conversation, though.’ They grin at each other. ‘I’ll maybe accept that people could exist in different nows from each other. So what you’re saying is that if we aren’t in contact with someone, how can we know they aren’t experiencing an entirely different present moment?’

‘I’m saying exactly that.’

‘But if you communicate with another human, that moment unites you, and your nows must be the same.’

‘That too.’ She wears the sort of smile that suggests she knows where this is heading.