Prologue

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How did he get here? He wasn't sure. All he knew was that he didn't belong here. It felt wrong. The hospital lights were too bright, Alfred's presence by his bedside seemed surreal.

He hadn't been hit by a truck. And there'd been someone else with him. Why were they acting like he was the only one who got hurt? And why was he here? His mind screamed and he felt himself sweating.

The spell must have gone wrong, horribly wrong. Maybe he could fix it, if he didn't feel so weak. Or maybe he'd screwed things up forever. After all, Alfred didn't have green eyes, and yet the face those eyes belonged to was staring at him right now, and the face couldn't be anyone's but Alfred's.

He felt queasy, and he shook. Every part of his body hurt from the accident. It hadn't been a truck, though.

His name was Arthur Kirkland. He wasn't in the right timeline.

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