“Is this where we say goodbye?” “I’m afraid so,” said Holland. “It’s time for you to find a new home in the future.” “And where might that home be?” For a second, Holland didn’t know. Then she remembered one last thing her father had written. His special instructions on the hold slip. “I want you to go to the future, to someone who needs you, but doesn’t really want you. Someone kind, who will only use you once for their need and then never use you again.”
