She thought the journal was filled with tales, like her Doctor Who or Heather’s Star Trek shows. Yet they weren’t fiction,
Science fiction. She thought the journal was filled with tales, like her Doctor Who or Heather’s Star Trek shows. Yet they weren’t fiction, they were details of a very real future: case histories, equipment specs, protocols, any facts he possibly recalled in a mad scramble to document things before his brain erased them. That ink had dried about sixteen years ago, shortly before he’d met Heather.
