As luck would have it he was the only one at the shop today, Buck Strickland had invited everyone to a company picnic and Hank drew the short straw to... take care of the company. He opened shop and went through his regular routine of setting up and checking all the necessary things. It was a slow day, too hot for anyone to really come around so Hank had time to glisten up the old propane bombs. Them glistening in the sun was a magical sight for Hank, he couldn't have imagined being somewhere else. There were about sixteen different files in the folder, including one that said, 'Read me first'. The computer programmer clicked on the file, and found a letter addressed to him.Hello Buddy, You're not going to believe this, but this is you writing to yourself. From what they told me, you won't remember anything about this time, but I swear it all happened. The man in charge, his name is Dennis Butz, said I would be made to forget my time here in Andersonville. This town is both fascinating. "That's right. I love spaghetti, but I have to just eat a little bit at a time." That's okay, Dad. You can save the rest and heat it up in the microwave later before you go to bed." You're pretty smart, young lady. That's exactly what I do most nights."When the meal was finished, Diane put some clear wrap over my plate and put it in the refrigerator."We can heat it up whenever you want, Doug," she smiled."Uhhm ... I need to find a motel, Diane. I wasn't planning to stay here." Well, now you. Do I go to your house, invited for dinner, and request food not on the menu?”The first thing to run through Trent’s mind is just how he wouldn’t be inviting this guy to dinner in the first place. But instead of expressing this thought, he just smiles and asks, “What is so special about it?”Still expressionless, the old man counters with, “Why are you so interested in it?”The question stops Trent altogether. Why is he so interested? He gives Volmor a shrug. “I just find it interesting.”Volmor.