Time. Big Tee. With Faye's connection to Supernal Acadia...gone as if it never was, there was no one else around who got it. Really and truly. Instinctively, intuitively understood it the way Tuesday did.

Before Sacramento, and the Dreams, and the Clock. Tuesday could just exists, drift along temporal currents, never bored or minding the inactivity until Time and Fate called her to action. A state of being that only another Acanthus could understand, now though, it was like she was always on. The Clock pressing upon her until she could see an afterimage of the Clock's ever moving gears on her own perfict, internal twin.

Disconcerting wasn't the word for it. But it was close. And after months, and months with it, and two trips under her belt. Disconcerting worked. Until it didn't. Now the Clock set an ache in her bones, a tick tocking thrum to her pulse. That wonderful instinctive, intuitive connection to Time had grown stronger. Which was good. Proving to everyone in Seattle that she was better then the rumors and their assumptions. The downside was the burning ache and near trance-like state she hit until she managed to catch a gander at the Clock.

Doing a little more then just gandering, Tuesday sits at the base of the Clock and breathes.

She wasn't looking but she was seeing.

The world around her could have exploded, and the Unicorn wouldn't have noticed.

Twenty years ago an oil slick chameleon was smiling. Anticipation, heated and coiling like a long denied orgasm.

Twenty years ago a cop hadn't started beating his wife.

Twenty years ago she'd have to not think about that. Because if she did, she'd do. but twenty years from then, there wouldn't be a Tuesday.

Twenty years ago might be the moment for Avis to right a wrong. But Twenty years ago, Tuesday wouldn't be able to.

Time. Big Tee. Might not be a river. Or linear to those with the knowhow and power to fiddle with it. But it was all about cause and effect - consequences. With her deepening connection with big tee Time, Tuesday was realizing the weight of it all.


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