May 5, 1998

Two years.

It has been two years since I was stranded here by my native self.

I only knew Quinn was okay through the communications by Marc LeBeau.

And what of my self-liding self? He's sliding randomly as I write this, as Marc told me.

Just like I had for twenty months.

If only I could reunite with Quinn.

I had a quiet celebration at a cantina in Berkeley, along with Drs. Vladimir Jariabek and Isaac Clark, and Colonel Angus Rickman. The place was crowded, with people celebrating Cinco de Mayo. I had some margaritas as well as three carne asada tacos. We all chatted about work and snippets of personal lives.

I did hear that some of the explorers celebrated by going to another dimension, in a place called San Francisco, California, El Reino de Espana Nueva.