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“The past is but the beginning of a beginning,
and all that is and has been is the twilight of
the dawn.”
--H.G. Wells--October 29th, 1997
Finally! The chain breaks.
Slowly removing it, the dark man opens the door and looks around. Finding a
light switch, he flips it.
Ah, this place will do nicely. He’s amazed at how much equipment was still
left. As long as some of it still worked. . .
He set down his few possessions: A suitcase containing pajamas, a toothbrush,
some socks and underwear, a change of clothes, and a family picture--Him, his wife
Elizabeth, and his son Robert, or Robbie for short. In the other hand he carried a
small plastic reptile cage, which contained his son’s pet lizard. A green anole, he
identified. Too perfect. Not the same species, but close enough.
He put both on a table near the door and looked around again. This small lab
shut down not too long after the fire. How long ago was that? A few weeks? Months. . .
Time didn’t seem to matter, especially after Liz left. . . with Robbie. . .
The lab was not as well equipped as his old one, but it would do. It would do
just fine.
For the first time in weeks, Zachary smiled.
