Future and Past
Another jump- far into the future. The workshop was empty and barely standing. In a pile of debris, amid things recognized and not, was the spool of translucent threadlike material. I grasped it and was about to see what other wonders lay outside, when I shifted again- to Feb. 14, I put the note about the pillow and derringer into my log on the table. Absent that note, I would not be alive now to write it.