Letters from the Past
July, 1947
Roswell
Isabel,
I watched your ship crash yesterday. I used a little telekinesis to slow it down, and I couldn't help but wonder that maybe I was meant to be here all along to make sure you survived, and if that's the case, then this was all worth it. I didn't go inside -- I didn't want to risk changing things, but I'll be back in 22 years to make sure you get out okay.
I guess there wasn't any way to undo this, since we couldn't find it, and neither could you. I haven't given up trying to find a way, but . . . I'm over 40 now. How do you feel about older men?
Savannah and I have stuck together. It's been tempting to use our knowledge of the future to make a fortune, but we only abuse it enough to get comfortably by.
I missed computers and the internet and microwaves and DVDs. But most of all, I miss you. I still think of you every day, and I always will.
I love you,
Wyatt
Roswell
Isabel,
I watched your ship crash yesterday. I used a little telekinesis to slow it down, and I couldn't help but wonder that maybe I was meant to be here all along to make sure you survived, and if that's the case, then this was all worth it. I didn't go inside -- I didn't want to risk changing things, but I'll be back in 22 years to make sure you get out okay.
I guess there wasn't any way to undo this, since we couldn't find it, and neither could you. I haven't given up trying to find a way, but . . . I'm over 40 now. How do you feel about older men?
Savannah and I have stuck together. It's been tempting to use our knowledge of the future to make a fortune, but we only abuse it enough to get comfortably by.
I missed computers and the internet and microwaves and DVDs. But most of all, I miss you. I still think of you every day, and I always will.
I love you,
Wyatt