Free The Indestructibles (Book 3): The Entropy of Everything by Matthew Phillion Page B

press called us that in this timeline. Named us. Stupid name," future-Kate said. "We're all destructible. We're all breakable. Some more than others."
          "What happened to your sight?" Kate said.
          "The visual cortex," the future dancer said. "You know where it is?"
          "The back of the brain," Kate said.
          The old dancer nodded. "Gone in a split second," she said. "We are not indestructible."
          Kate heard footsteps.
          Anachronism Annie walked into the room slowly, backlit by the strange, warm glow older-Jane cast behind her. Younger-Jane—my Jane, Kate thought—sauntered almost bashfully behind both of them.
          "Everything okay in here?" Annie said.
          "Yeah," Kate said, her voice rough.
          "You shouldn't have brought them here, Annie," future-Kate said. "Bring them home before it's too late."
          Older-Jane gestured for the others to leave.
          Annie stepped back, watching younger-Kate.
          The future dancer reached out and grabbed her younger self by the arm, pulling her in close.
          "You're always right," the woman whispered. "Remember that. Remember your instincts. You will always be right." Then, she let Kate go, and the younger dancer took an unsteady step back.
          Younger-Jane tried to help, but Kate shrugged her off. Their older versions were arguing in hushed tones, the future-Kate clearly agitated, her version of Jane trying to calm her.
          The younger versions locked eyes for a second, but Kate turned and stormed away, almost crashing into Titus in the hallway, where the young werewolf stood with Doc Silence.
          "Kate?" Titus said, softly.
          Kate peered back into the dark dance studio, toward the soft sounds of her future self engaged in a pointless debate, and fumed off into the hallway alone, leaving Titus behind.

 
     
     
    Chapter 15:
    The secret history of the world (part 1)
     
     
          Jane returned with her older self, Annie, and Titus to the theater where the others were waiting. Titus wanted to go after Kate, Jane knew, but the young werewolf understood better than to try to speak with the Dancer when she was angry, and clearly her experience with her future self had left Kate shaken.
          In the theater, Titus's future self, still in full-on werewolf form, sat on the stage like a king presiding over a court. Doc and Emily sat front and center—Doc, like a petulant student, rested on the back of one of the theater's chairs, and Emily mimicked his posture perfectly—while Billy milled about alone in the back of the hall, deep in conversation with Dude.
          Jane caught Emily's eye and gestured at Billy with a nod of her chin, but Emily shrugged and made a cartoonishly large gesture with her whole head toward the nearby Jessie, the future's newer Straylight.
          Jane sighed quietly at Emily's lack of subtlety and searched for a place to sit down.
          "It may be useful if we had a more complete understanding of where things went differently here," Doc said. "We know some of the basics, but maybe if we learn the 'how,' we might be able to help more."
          "What are you going to do?" Jessie asked. "Go back in time and fix it?"
          Doc shook his head. "Not an option."
          "Because you can't, or because you won't?" Jessie said.
          Doc turned his attention from the young hero to the older Titus.
          "You wouldn't know this, because I was gone before I was able to tell all of you everything in this timeline, but you can't alter the past," Doc said. He shot a defiant stare at Annie, who glared back at him. "And we know that because we've tried and failed before. The past doesn't want to be changed."
          "But we can try to alter the present," Annie said. "We can help here."
          "I'm not even going to pretend to understand what you're talking about," Jessie