December 2085. Justin Kim is 25, Stephanie Nova is 26, Alice Nova is 64, Jeremiah Day is 28.

In Stephanie's dream, she and Jeremiah stood in a mountain lodge in Three Lakes and he was trying to put a gift shop ring on her finger. It was neon green and made of plastic. Justin was about to fall off of the mountain, but he wasn't falling yet. He was suspended by nothing, just toppled back at forty-five degrees, his arms flailing. She was scared for him.
I need to help him, he's gonna die.
You can't. We're getting married now.
I don't want to.
But you do want to, you said so. I heard you say it and you can't take it back.
The green plastic ring had jagged edges and hurt her finger. Once it was on, it melted into her skin and became part of her flesh. Inextricable.
Would you be scared if I fell off that mountain?
Yes.
Don't lie to me, babe.
I'm not lying.
I want to see how scared you are. Show me your face.
But she was still watching Justin, afraid that if she glanced away for even a second the magic would break and he would start to fall.
I don't believe you. You're a liar. You weren't supposed to be a liar. You were the good one.