Harold Kumar - 3

His mother sat down heavily. “Oh, God. There’s more than one?”

“Close the loop,” Harold repeated. “You want me to time travel. Again. After the last time literally broke reality.” harold kumar 3

Harold blinked. “The first?”

The flamingo honked. Harold was pretty sure it was agreeing. His mother sat down heavily

“Harold.” His father stepped forward. “We don’t have much time. The echo you’re hearing—the flamingo—that’s not a future. That’s a warning.” His mother sat down heavily. “Oh

He heard the echo first: Harold, why is there a flamingo in the bathroom? The words shimmered in his skull like heat rising off asphalt.