“What do you mean?” Josephine snapped.
“The Bridge to the Future is out,” the orange-vested man repeated.
“It can’t be out. It doesn’t go out.”
“We’re working on fixing it.”
“Look, this is pretty simple,” I broke in. “No bridge means we can’t get to then. But since we were just then,” I pointed over my shoulder, “and now we’re here, obviously we can get from then to now. So the bridge can’t be out, or we’d’ve been stuck then and not now. That means you can let us cross.”
The man rubbed his head. “Let me get my supervisor.”
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