Seven weeks. She thought back and her eyes instantly widened. Australia, and the Grangers, and the first time and and Barty had... Fuck. But no, no that was impossible. She couldn't be. No.
Chas suddenly became aware that she was saying the word out loud, repeating it over and over in a tone that was becoming increasingly desperate, "No, no, no, no, no. I can't be. I'm not. No." She pushed off the table and dropped to her feet, but where was she supposed to go? Chas paced the floor to the corner of the room, one hand raking through her hair. "It's impossible! No." She glanced up at Theo, pointing an accusing finger at him. "You're lying. You're- you're making it up, you have to be, because I can't be, I just can't, okay?" Her voice rose, despair switching to anger as she growled out, "I can't be!"