On My Way Home

Einstein and I were released from jail at noon and walked a couple blocks to where he had parked a car from 2045 (not allowed to tell you the name or it might not be invented, in which case I wouldn't be able to tell you) that gets 200 MPG. He dropped me off at the airport, and made sure I got onto the plane safely. And so now I'm on my way home. It feels kind of strange to not have to worry about saving some giant city from disaster, but Oleck's death still bothers me. I'm going to post for the rest of the year, at least. Just my regular stuff, and updates I get from Vanderdecken so you're all informed.