January 30, 1998

The Angus Rickman of this world interrogated me personally, this time on a Saturday morning.

His other self- who was visiting- had disappeared.

"Where is he?' the Royal Army colonel demanded.

So I explained it. I was contacted by Marc LeBeau in my dreams. He offered to ask my self-sliding self to come and retrieve me and take me home. I insisted to take Rickman home first.

And it looks like that's what happened. Someone grabbed the visiting Rickman and vanished.

"You don't seem to have much to worry about," said Colonel Rickman. "If this self-sliding other self of yours can rescue that fake me, he can do the same to you, take you wherever you came from, just like he did to that other...man. We can't stop him."

"Surely it has occurred to you, Colonel, that self-sliding would take a toll on the human body. He would have to self-slide twice in quick succession. He is likely recuperating where your other self came from."

"Very convenient explanation."

"Colonel, a man who looked exactly like you, had your fingerprints, had your DNA, your retinal pattern, was taken into custody. And then someone just appeared and took him, and vanished, as in to thin air. My claims of being from another dimension seem true."

The colonel stayed silent for a while. "All i can do is inform my superiors," he said. "They will make the decision of whether or not to further pursue trial."

He then left and I was taken back to my cell.

I took an afternoon nap, and Marc LeBeau told me my self-sliding self was recuperating in Yerba Buena. He didn't need to tell me that he was being quarantined.

I later talked to Ross J. Kelly about it.