“They really shouldn’t have been there, considering.”

"So now he tells me. Like any damn fool who happened by wouldn't have seen automatically that everyone attending the wedding looked EXACTLY LIKE everyone else attending the wedding.

I told Oversight when we got back that the team all left the tunnel too fast.

"Saturation is effective," they said, "if you follow the arc we laid out, proper dispersal is assured."

No. What you get when no one minds Tunnel Traffic Control is a wedding of the two same goddamn people, and the same two goddamn people all attending that wedding, together.

Sorry, gotta go. This picture is already setting off the redlines off. Yeah, I know, I know, hon. Next week - beer's on me. I promise. Tell Kaley I miss her."

(The woman center-left wearing the hat.)

She heard Fran speaking as if from the other room, another planet. Her apartment went dark with the news. Fran just waited for a response, a worried, pained look on her face. But it never came.

Sarah was somewhere else. "It really is over," she thought. Fran would marry Robert this June. She could see it, in her breaking heart, as clear day. The wedding would be beautiful, the flowers, all her friends and family, the dress, the bride, radiant. But it wouldn't be her, standing there with Fran, on those church steps, on their wedding day. It wouldn't be her kissing the bride, cutting the cake, dancing the first dance. It wouldn't be Sarah who married the love of her life and lived happily ever after.

Suddenly, Sarah realized the truth of it was that even if Fran wanted to, she couldn't bring herself to marry her. The room began to move sideways. Fran took her arm and sat her down. Sarah pulled away from her, her shoulder stung, caving in where she had been touched. "You . . . you . . ." She had no words.

"Sarah," Fran whispered back, "I told you I wanted to get married someday, have children, make a real home of it, live the dream. I meant it."

But again, no response came.

"Sarah, talk to me, please. I love you."

Sarah stood up and walked to her bedroom, closing the door behind here as she tried to shut out the world.

(to be continued some other time)

The girl on the right (in the coat).

Saying, "nothing is revealed."

"As Sarah and Edith walked down the aisle, the former in white, the later in black, they thought about amazing it was that the whole thing happened at all." They really shouldn't have been there, considering, but Edith looked so *fetching* in a tux."