Oops. That's a point. How long has it actually been. "Umm . . . let me think, it's been a bit of a blur . . . Just a sec . . ." Let's see . . . wait, what am I thinking! I got a proper timestamp of the exact time of the scratch when chasing up leads on the facility. Think man! Right. Got it. "In total about three months from being scratched up to now. If you need a more exact timing the high-res scan I done was to find out to the minute when I got scratched. It helped me set a search pattern for finding the place it all happened in."
Three months? Is that all? I feel like I've lived many, many lifetimes more than everything I've done up to before the scratch. I've changed too. I don't feel angry any more about being orphaned or bullied, couldn't work out for the life of me why though, and, for the first time ever, I really feel like I'm living instead of existing. I suppose it's true what they say though - it's a funny old universe and to always know where your towel is.
"Oh and thanks." the man takes the now emberless cigarette butt out of the holder and stubs it in the offered receptacle. Absent mindedly he puts the holder back in his mouth and continues to puff away. Unaware of this the man continues "Doc . . . how odd is all of this? To your knowledge has it ever happened before?"
