“Fine.” His thumb remained normal. Not a lie. School had been exactly the level of fine you’d expect when you’d accidentally unspooled reality and were pretty sure your physics teacher was secretly three raccoons in a trench coat.
The front door creaked open.
His mother stood abruptly. “You’ve been gone four years. You don’t get to walk in here and talk about dishes.” harold kumar 3
“Dad?” Harold whispered.
“Close the loop,” Harold repeated. “You want me to time travel. Again. After the last time literally broke reality.” “Fine
A man stood in the hallway. He was tall, brown-skinned, with Harold’s same tired eyes and his mother’s sharp cheekbones. He wore a lab coat stained with something that looked suspiciously like starlight. harold kumar 3