It started with a muffin.

Not some cosmic tragedy, not some heroic feat. Just a muffin. An exceedingly dry muffin.

Carlos had just left the paddock café with a paper bag, earbuds in, and half a muffin poised for the glory of an Instagram moment when he bumped into an unsuspecting engineer. The muffin launched out of his hand like a catapult stone and exploded on the floor in a shower of blueberry shrapnel.

“¡Mierda!” Carlos cursed aloud, brushing himself down. And then, in the space of a breath, the world shimmered.

Suddenly he was standing ten paces back from the collision point. Muffin in hand. Pristine.

“What the—?”