Streak sighed. "Look, I can't bring him back without causing a paradox. Look at our timeline again. If we pluck ... Roland ... out of any point he was in before point B, it would cancel out our memories of him up to this point. And that would, in effect, change all events leading up to this point. I would be creating, in essence, another 'reality' where instead of moving on to point B and being sent back, he moved up to some point D before B and jumped ahead to C ... and it is quite likely that we all would go mad, because we would be forced to try and accept two conflicting sets of memories."
She took a breath. "Have I lost anyone yet?"
Art raised a hand. "Question. You say you can 'create realities' by writing things down?"
Blaze coughed loudly. He thought of what Roland had said shortly after returning from his absence. "He sent me to meet ... I suppose you would call him my maker. There is another reality running parallel to this one in which a group of people use computers to tell stories. And as it turns out, we are characters in one such story."
Streak looked at him, and he spoke.
"Streak, have you ever been online? And participated in an rpg?"
Streak slowly nodded. "I know where you're going with this. And it's true: they are all worlds created by their respective authors. Characters who disappear will more often than less prove to be Breakers that were plucked out of the story and brought here."
Art snickered. "So that's what happened to Macrina's sons."
Streak raised an eyebrow, but ignored this remark. "Can I answer any other questions?"
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