There was a man there, sleeping on the couch. His face was quite familiar, but I couldn't recall who it was, until a sudden burst of memory washed ove...r me.Why is HE here? This is my house, isn't it?I looked around me, studying every little details of the room. Yes, I recalled getting that trophy in junior high. That picture on the wall, depicting a scene in some medieval battle was a Christmas gift from Little Tell during her junior year at college. Everything here pointed to this being my. Was the bulge shrinking?I closed my eyes and reopened them in disbelief, it WAS shrinking! Andalmost gone!I reached into the panties to try and grab hold of whatever was left, butit was too late I realised as the tip of my middle finger slipped up aslit that definitely hadn't been there before. I quickly withdrew my handin shock.I could feel the room growing, or was I shrinking? It was hard to tell butif I was shrinking then my clothes were shrinking with me. I could feelbum expand a little. They talked as they walked, about photography, and life in general, what they did for a living, kids, and their respective late spouses. It was a time of discovery for both of them. They snapped pictures as they walked, the forest greens, the sky blues, and wispy clouds that had floated in for the time being. The day was gorgeous, warm for the mountain summer, and they both shed the light jackets they were wearing. The walk to the lower falls was gentle, easy, and the pictures they each got. In all likelihood, their plans for time travel worked. The guy appeared right where he should have if the machine had worked, but he was not answering any questions, and the government was getting insanely frustrated.“Remember how confused he was when he got out of the box? He looked like he was expecting someone else to be there and not us. Then, when GI George busted through the door, he looked like he’d seen a ghost,” Dr. Jensen joked as he finished another beer.“Okay. So we have everything.