Her dorm room was quiet, except for the light mewing of a cat beneath the futon. It's one of Doug's, El Cid. A letter on her desk has his name, a photo-collage of the freshman-year variety. Pictures of friends, bleary-eyed, taken of themselves at poorly lit bars. Barry and Molly in one. Was that a roach clip earring or a trick of light? What if you traveled into a mistake? Beside, a phone rang. The machine picked up.