And here’s part two! Dead on Time: Part Two Groaning softly, Rae pressed her hands to her temples softly, fearing to open her eyes and have any lights in the room make the pounding in her head worse. She couldn’t remember anything in the pamphlet for time travel about feeling like your head would split in two. Didn’t companies have to list side effects on shit like that? Even if it was in the fine print? And Rae would remember if it said anything, she had been sure to read the whole novel-length contract three times, and thoroughly. A low moan finally prompted her to crack open one eye, and…