“In the fourth dimension,” he said, tapping the die. “It’s not a place, Mara. It’s a language . Time is just the third axis of a four-dimensional object. I wasn't missing. I was just… sideways.”
He held up the glowing die. On its infinite faces, Mara saw snippets of her own life: her first bike, a fight with her mother, this very conversation. She saw the moment she typed 4ddic , from the outside looking in. “In the fourth dimension,” he said, tapping the die
“Where have you been?”
He looked up, and his smile was a sad, crooked thing. “You found the roll call.” “In the fourth dimension