January 15, 1998

It was exciting.

I woke up early. Conrad Bennish, Jr., Diana Davis, and Steven Jensen were excited to tell me the news.

"We tracked them, man," said Bennish.

"We should head back now," said Jensen.

"Not for another fifty minutes or so," said Colonel Rickman. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, we're positive," said Davis.

"We'll need to go back to Yerba Buena to find out, sir," said Captain Beckett.

Soon enough, our timers counted down to zero, and we all went through the vortex, and returned to the Yerba Buena facility.

And then we were all quarantined.

We had Internet access, and a wide selection of books and DVDs. Some of the books were unavailable in bookstores and libraries in this world, having been acquired from another dimension.

Someone in another world with the name and shape and likely the DNA of Sylvester Stallone was a fine poet.

Our dinner was takeout from this Italian restaurant in Daly City. I definitely enjoyed it. It helped me get my mind out of being poked and prodded by Navy doctors.