Joanna, a successful sculptor in New York, agrees to be the traveler for her friend Toni’s
time machine, but what neither of them knows is that any travel backward in time will start
an avalanche of various artist Joannas going back and forth between alternate universes.
“Even if you’ve found a way, I’m not going back,” she said. “No way am I going
back. Ever. This is my life now, my world, and I like it. Though
. . .” She
paused a moment, and her face—my face—crumpled into a mass of lines. Oh God, I
thought, I don’t look as old as her, do I? She blinked hard, several times, as if she
was trying not to cry. “How’s Katie? Is she all right?”