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So there we were, already locked into it, no backing out now.

“It’s the course we are on, sorta call it Manifest Destiny,” I said to Lisa.

“Umm, will we be back before six? I really have to be back,” she said.

“We may never come back. We will become space travelers, locked into another layer of time, caught in a cycle of cosmic fate,” I answered.

“Who made you freaking Rod Sterling?” she asked.

“Embrace this, just open your feeble little mind and let go.” I gave her a long, hard look.

“I’m telling! ……..  Mom!”




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