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Entire histories moved through the darkness.
John passed his hand through them.
Some vanished.
Others separated.
A few twisted around one another.
Fizz walked closer.
"You remember the coordinates?"
John looked at her.
Fizz shrugged.
"It has been a long time."
"For us."
"Exactly."
John selected one thread.
The others disappeared.
Sekhmet's world became visible beyond the gate.
Fizz leaned closer.
"He cannot see us?"
"Not yet."
"Good."
John turned toward her.
"Why is that good?"
"No reason."
John's eyes narrowed slightly.
Fizz immediately noticed.
"Oh, that one I know."
"What did you prepare?"
"Nothing."
"Fizz."
She hesitated.
"Almost nothing."
John held out his hand.
"Give it."
Fizz moved one hand behind her back.
"You became very controlling after becoming a god."
John continued holding out his palm.
Fizz sighed dramatically and placed a small orange object into it.
John looked down.
It was a tiny orange hat.
