Alex sat in the front row of the lecture hall at Imperial College.
"Superposition," Professor Clarke said, writing on the board. "A particle can exist in multiple states at once. It is here. And it is there. Until it is observed."
Alex rested his chin on his hand.
Superposition, he thought. That is my life. I am a student. And I am a footballer. I am a teenager. And I am a legend.
He checked his watch.
Training started in forty minutes. He had to be in two places at once.
"Mr. Finch?"
Alex looked up. "Yes, Professor?"
"Are you calculating the probability of an electron's position, or the probability of Arsenal retaining the title?"
"Both involve chaos, sir," Alex smiled.
"Well," the professor said. "Try to keep the chaos on the pitch. Your lab report is due Monday."
Alex walked out of the university.
It was raining in London. The sky was the color of a wet pavement.
Mark was waiting.
He was not in a car. He was not on a scooter.
