Jam had been the first to learn how to walk the timeline. By age five he had full control over manipulating the zones. He knew how to hold onto the present before it became the past. He could propel the future farther ahead in its sequence by stretching the present to its max.

Jane watched, fascinated yet terrified of the possibilities. She clung to old memories, imagined the face of their mother until she was no longer sure it was real. Despite her promise to Jam, she'd held onto the gold wedding band she'd slid off her mother's finger just before she'd been dispersed into the atmosphere.

It was in the chest that he'd grudgingly allowed them to keep. Before he moved onto a different level, then further into a different century.