Reconstructing his memory, she did not think it would have been so fragmented. It was broken almost beyond recognition. But there was no turning back now. If she stopped, the sequence would fall apart, and she might never be able to get it to the same point again. He would most likely be completely shattered. A hollow feeling in the back of her stomach was growing. The implications of her failure were unthinkable. Morally she had taken a wrong step. She should never have attempted to mess with something this complicated, but it was too late now.

Fatigue was clouding her mind, making her fingers clumsy and slow. They were fumbling, disconnected and distracted with the branching possibilities of what each barely-caught slip might be doing to his mind. Then, she suddenly realized that without a doubt, she had made a grave mistake.