"Who are you?" Debra Oakman," I said as two uniformed police officer's walked up to us."Arrest that woman," the man said, pointing at me. "She assault...ed me. Isn't that right, Marlene?"Marlene snorted. "Yeah, right," she said sarcastically.The ambulance arrived, its siren dying with a forlorn sound as it entered the parking lot."I called 911," I said as I pulled one of the police officers a few steps away so I could speak privately with him. I told him my name, and what I saw, as well as what I. A very important callthat he's been waiting for a long time.'I'm sorry but I really must go. Business.'"But of course. Thank you for your time, Charles."Charles quickly ran into the Top Clearance area of the LETIIP buildingand saw his team working frantically to restrain a rather busty woman.Charles did a double take to confirm that her stretchy blouse had wetstains where her nipples resided. One of the nipples slipped loose duringher struggle and a stream of milk arched out and landed on the. Considering my first thoughts, it was better that way. She rambled on and on but I wasn’t able to pay attention. I guessed they were giving me morphine or something like that because I was getting incredibly scrambled messages from my brain. I guess that’s what the voice had warned me about. I was trying to integrate my memories as an eighty-year-old with my memories as a fourteen-year-old, only they weren’t exactly my memories. They were the memories of someone else who lived in what was now. Marine with experience in some of the same hot spots (South America, Africa, etc.) as me.We compared notes and realized that, back on Earth, we had been involved in two military actions together. Once within twenty-five clicks of each other’s position. We swapped“can you top this” stories (do you know the difference between a fairy tale and an old war story? One begins, “Once upon a time...” and the other begins, “This is no shit... “) We ruefully noted that nothing ever seemed to really get.