HE WAS PINNED TO the driveway. Under the car.
I’m dead. I tried to save two people and now I’m dead.
“Adam! What are you doing?”
Lianna’s voice. Coming from the direction of the house.
In the sudden silence, he noticed the car was not moving. The engine was off.
He slid out from underneath. No snow on the ground.
Back.
In the present.
His head was throbbing. As he caught his breath, he noticed the car in the driveway. A newish green Volvo.
He didn’t remember seeing it when he was looking out his window a moment ago, without the camera.
How could I have missed it?
It didn’t matter. The videocamera was lying in the driveway. Dented. He scrambled toward it and quickly looked through the viewfinder.
The past glowed back at him.
Snow. The blue Chevy. Mr. and Mrs. Frazer at the driver’s side, talking with Grandma heatedly.
“Adam?” Lianna was standing before him now. “Are you okay?”
Adam lowered the camera. “It didn’t work.”
“What didn’t?”
“I went into the past and tried to change it.”
“After all we talked about?” Lianna was angry.
Adam examined the camera. “I don’t get it. Something should have happened.”
“But nothing did, huh? I was right, wasn’t I?”
“I thought I pushed him.”
“Who?”
Look at the tape. See what went wrong.
Adam pressed the EJECT button.
The bay whirred open. But it was empty.
“What happened to the tape?” Adam asked.
“You left it at Ripley’s,” Lianna reminded him. “Now come inside. Your head is all banged up. And you’re late for dessert and movies.”
Adam slouched into the house after her.
Forget about helping Edgar.
All you can do is watch.
Watch the dead die again.
As Adam stepped into the living room, a blur of red-brown streaked toward him.
He staggered back.
He felt the weight of two small feet pressing into his thighs.
“Down, boy!” Lianna commanded. “Jazz, leave him alone!”