December 19, 1997

I held the last of the final exams, the last final exam I would hold, as I was due to go on sabbatical to focus on sliding research. Already I was thinking about on ideas on how to track this world's Quinn, Wade, and Rembrandt.

There was a little gathering after the last of the classes, at the multi-purpose room. I attended parties in this same room, different dimension. We had this little gift exchange, like what we- or I and their counterparts from my world- did for many years.

It was a merry time.

That night I went to sleep, with thoughts of both grading my students' final exams and finding this world's Quinn Mallory.