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I have a piece of paper that has three words on it.

Pedaf Truman

VChicago

Everett

Sometimes when I look at the paper I get that feeling like when I look in the mirror too long. I have to convince myself that it's my writing. Then I have to assign a meaning to each word. If someone's ever forgotten how old they are, maybe just for a moment, they'd understand what it's like when I try to figure out my name. I could have just as easily scribbled "home" there, beside VChicago, but I've got to make myself think.

J.

V.

D.

R.

What were these initials for? Some arbitrary designation assigned by Project Window? Really, I don't suppose it matters. I've been flipping through the photos Gustav gave me, trying to determine what's so..."J" about this person, or "R" about another.

"Kill them," he said. Kill them, sure, that'll be a snap, mind to keep dinner warm? I don't even know where to start with this one. I can't get any sleep on this train. When I get into town I'm going to have to get a weapon; what's going to pass for a weapon here? A little more info on this Time Fragment would've been nice, thanks, Gus.

I pause on one of the pictures. This is the one Gus said left the four, I wonder if he meant all four? Is this guy going to be my way in? "Hi, I've come a long way. Long story short, I know your from Sebastian Group, would you like to get revenge?" That's a long shot.

The stewardess brings another water, and I wonder why she gives me a strange look when I say, "stewardess". It's the first time in as long as I can remember the water tasting so good.

When I get into town I'm supposed to make contact with one of these "Gaws", but I feel like I'm just walking into a trap, like that time with Forester. And I spend the next fifteen minutes wondering if Forester is a real person.

I'll figure it out. After all, I have all the time in the world.