It isn't a simple task, but it's the easiest of all that I've performed since the Time Slug separated me and Zeke. With the help of environmental cues, the established magical connection and a bit of guessing, we succeed.
When I cross the library's threshold again and see Zeke's figure, so unmistakably familiar, I'm unable to contain my elation. He's just the way he was when I left him. He's just *the* man I left.
"Zeke!"
I don't even realize how I end up hugging him for my dear life. He holds me back, just as tightly, and finally, everything is right and well again. The beating of his heart brings a steady rhythm to my life.
I didn't cry before, but now tears of relief fill my eyes. I subtly wipe them on Zeke's shirt. Instead of crying, I ought to kiss him—nothing less would be worthy of the emotions I feel.
Someone coughs nearby. I freeze.
