I am thinking of making one last attempt to leave town, see if the Möbius curve that brought me back has any doors or even windows I can slip out of. If Region 2021 is our future, there is a chance, Helen, that you are there. That was where I tried to go the first time when I tried to get a train ticket. I won’t try that again. I’m just hiking out of here, down the tracks like I used to when I was a kid. I don’t think I’ve any better chance of making it this time than I did with Bertha. But I just can’t bring myself to give up yet. Since you died first, you should have been here first, but time isn’t linear. Nothing else is, either. Here goes, Babe. See you on the flip side. 2021 or bust.