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Miss Kocok smiled, and for a second, her face seemed to blur in the low light. "I don't fix, kid. I shake. I agitate. I scramble the coordinates until the universe has to reorient itself."

He looked at his watch. It was working again. The second hand swept forward, decisive and smooth. The tightness in his chest was gone, replaced by a strange, effervescent energy. He didn't know what had changed, exactly, but he felt lighter. Like the heavy sediment had been stirred up and dissolved into something drinkable.

Silence.