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                   Nora  saw  the  notice  looked  old.  She  remembered  what  Neil  had  said  to

                her.   I   can’t   pay   you   to   put   off   customers   with   your   face   looking   like   a   wet
                weekend.
                   Well, Neil, maybe it wasn’t my face aer all.
                   ey carried on walking.

                   ‘Dylan, do you believe in parallel universes?’
                   He shrugged. ‘I think so.’
                   ‘What  do  you  think  you  are  doing  in  another  life?  Do  you  think  this  is  a
                good    universe?    Or   would    you   rather   be   in   a   universe   where   you   le

                Bedford?’
                   ‘Not  really.  I  am  happy  here.  Why  want  another  universe  if  this  one  has
                dogs?   Dogs    are   the   same   here   as   they   are   in   London.   I   had   a   place,   you
                know.    I’d   got   into   Glasgow   University   to   do   Veterinar y   Medicine.   And   I

                went  for  a  week  but  I  missed  my  dogs  too  much.  en  my  dad  lost  his  job
                and couldn’t really afford for me  to go. So yeah, I never got to be  a vet . And I
                really wanted to be a vet. But I don’t regret it. I have  a good life. I’ve  got some
                good friends. I’ve got my dogs.’

                   Nora    smiled.   She   liked   Dylan,   even   if   she   doubted   she   could   be   as
                attracted  to  him  as  this  other  Nora.  He  was  a  good  person,  and  good  people
                were rare.
                   As   they   reached    the   restaurant,   they   saw   a   tall   dark-haired   man   in

                running    gear   jogging   towards    them.   It   took   a   disorientating   moment   for
                Nora  to  realise  it  was  Ash  –  the  Ash  who  had  been  a  surgeon,  the  Ash  who
                had  been  a  customer  at  String  eor y  and  who  had  asked  her  out  for  coffee,
                the Ash who had comforted her in the hospital and who had knocked on her

                door,   in   another   world,   last   night,   to   tell   her   that   Voltaire   was   dead.   It
                seemed  so  recent,  that  memor y,  and  yet  it  was  hers  alone.  He  was  obviously
                doing  some  training  for  the  half-marathon  on  Sunday.  ere  was  no  reason
                to  believe  that  the  Ash  in  this  life  was  any  different  from  the  one  in  her  root

                life,  except  the  chances  were  that  he  probably  hadn’t  found  a  dead  Voltaire
                last   night.   Or   maybe   he   had,   though   Voltaire   wouldn’t   have   been   called
                Voltaire.
                   ‘Hi,’ she said, forgetting which timeline she was in.

                   And  Ash  smiled  back  at  her,  but  it  was  a  confused  smile.  Confused,  but
                kind,  which  somehow  made  Nora  feel  even  more  cringey.  Because  of  course
                in  this  life  there  had  not  been  the  knock  on  her  door,  there  had  never  even
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