A first trip to the Hospital. 1 Sept, 10 PM; after Sorting.

"I never said it was insane," Kerry replied. "I understand it's suppose to be impossible, but . . . if you told me a year ago that I would met someone who could teleport me from London to Bulgaria like that--" He snapped his fingers. "I would have said it's nuts, because that is science fiction."

He touched her hair, feeling how silky it was. "Maybe it's possible. The ideas I read aren't that far out there. And I know time travel into the past is real, so maybe looking into the future is possible. It's just a matter of trying to see the correct time line." He gently lifted her off him. "Lets go look. Besides--" He smiled broadly. "You know it would make your mother happy."

Annie smiled broadly. “My mother would be thrilled—if she actually knew I was here right now.”

She stood and held out her hand for his. “She would probably say something like, ‘Annie, when it comes to the future, there are three kinds of people: those who let it happen, those who make it happen, and those who wonder what happened.’ Let’s go make ours happen, together.”

Kerry stood and joined her and they walked off, hand in hand, toward the library.