May 12, 1996

There was a block party on my street. I decided to get to know the neighbors.

Two of them, a married couple in their forties who lived across the street from me, "knew" me, or rather, my duplicate native to this version of Earth. Discussions with me in evitably reached the topic of parallel universes, and about Mr. Mallory and the others.

I did have some spicy chili and some tortilla chips, washing it down with Pepsi.