Merritt glanced at his three friends jogging with him as they came to the end of a good run. It was the latest of many workouts that had become their routine since their last Translocation mission to 1965.
The Will Robertson in their Moment (1985 Brooklyn Off-line) had told them after that mission to go into physical training as well as to brush up on as much history of the 19th century that they could stand.
The months had passed quickly. In fact, for reasons they could not fathom, their Moment had synced up with the other Main-line Moments so that their calendar date was the same as that of the other three. It was April 1 for all of the other versions of themselves.
Sharing memories with three other versions of themselves had been challenging, but the visions of 2025 that crept into their minds daily were amazing. Merritt was often envious, especially of the communication access afforded by smartphones.
It had been two days since his 1985 pager had signaled a message: “Rest up for Friday’s mission.”
Emma, Hannah, and Kent had received the same message. Will Robertson had come by the apartment over the theater storage building to confirm. He had the additional detail that they should dress for 1860 and would be doing something on the northern outskirts of Memphis, TN.
“We got all those memories from the 1881 Moment ‘bout Memphis,” Emma had commented.
“Wonder how much different 1860 was from 1880?” Hannah asked.
“I’d bet a lot,” Kent had replied.
Merritt looked over at the others one last time as they arrived at the end of their run. “Good run, everyone.”
Kent took in a good, long breath. “Yeah, good workout.”
“Now we rest for a few days before…” Hannah’s words trailed off.
Emma patted the pager The Agency had sent to her. “Then we have to go back in time an’ stop a wagon.”
“Naturally,” Merritt replied. “I mean, like, why wouldn’t that be the first thing on a list of things to do in 1860?”
“I guess we’ll figure it out when we get there,” Kent replied.
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