Never before have I so resonated with the expression “waiting for the other shoe to drop.” It has been two weeks or so since anyone has had any sense that The Agency is… out there.
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And so, I stand under the stream of hot water preparing for my day at work, wondering if it will be today that we are sent to the sofa to “focus” in support of another Translocation mission. Or will it be just another day at the office. It is the not-knowing what’s next about this that eats away at me.
To be sure, the continual merging of memories is going on.
The group in 1985 Virginia are getting on well, going through their jobs, and enjoying life together. That Hannah and Kent had a long talk about getting married. Like me and my Kent, the “married memories” from the 1985 Off-line Moment (Hannah and Kent as well as Merritt and Emma, in that instance are already married) create certain… wishes. And, yes, my Kent and I have acknowledged that we are experiencing “married memories.”
The 1985 Off-line Moment (the ones that are married) are frustrated by all this not-doing, too. They have started running and going to the gym, since they don’t know what to expect and have time to do that. The sprint from the high school left them more winded than they would have wanted, and sore in the days that followed.
I should add that the idea of my actual body zipping across time and space (that’s what happens to them) is utterly shocking. The physics behind that… Anika and David are debating ideas.
The 1881 versions of us are settling into the house in Manhattan (Addison and Jacob rented rooms in a boarding house nearby). That Devon (like the one in 2025) started classes at Columbia. That Hannah has some thoughts about the 1881 versions of Devon and Shay in part because of what I know about the 2025 versions.
Anyway… looking at all that… it looks like a number soup dumped over a name salad. And I tried to organize it on paper. Sometimes, I think it’s worse in my head.
Hot shower, do your magic!
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