Hand trembling, Mike checked his phone. Then slipped it into his back pocket. One thirty-seven pm. Twenty-three minutes until the Bolden brothers yanked him back to 2023, but only if he failed.

It all started with a broken toe.

Actually, two broken toes if you want to be technical about it. Which I don’t. Because, the first one was really broke. Bone separated from bone. That sucker will be deformed forever.