I want to travel back in time to Baltimore, MD; the night
E.A. Poe dies. I would like to be with him before he disappears. I would obviously like to meet him at some point. Yet somehow I see myself shadowing him and looking out for him. I don't have grandiose visions that I could save him. But I know I would try. It always seemed such a waste and I want to know what happened. A mystery there is.