Funny, Katchoo might have had something like that going on in her head too. None of those futures ended abruptly and WTFily with a "The End . . . of Version [Insert Number Here]," let's just be clear about that right off.

There might have been a flash or seven of something that looked like the skyline of the New Mexico desert at sunset, though, or an air mattress surrounded by cinnamon-scented candles, or maybe it was Hawaii, or Houston. It wasn't the location that mattered so much as the fact that it was the two of them in all of those possible futures.

That sound could have been Katchoo's breath catching, or it could have been the sound of something clicking into place like it belonged there, or . . .