She smiled and showed me 2 flight tickets- to Simla! Wow! I couldn’t believe it! So that was the reason she had asked for my passport.She wanted to ...book the flight tickets! There was a 3rd ticket in the name of Ishita. I asked her about it. She tore the ticket saying she booked 1 ticket in name of Ishita to show her husband who was she going with. BTW, she told her husband she was going on a business trip for a week!I was in ecstasy! Though, I had no clothes/luggage as I had come directly from. Hiro sat and looked at it, cradled in his hands.Text started to appear one letter at a time on the small four line screen:Just One Change : change anything, universal, irreversible.< 320 characters, you will remember The Before.You have 5 minutes...starting...now.It was ridiculous. Was it a prank? A reality show? A strange urgency began to grip him, a sense of history. He knew somehow that this device, or the hyperdimensional, transtemporal device that it was an avatar of, had appeared to. Once that’s done, we’re done for the day.”“Where do you want to have lunch?”“I was thinking Mr. Greek Gyros. They make a REALLY good gyros plate, plus they have just about anything else you might want in terms of fast food.”“That sounds good. It’s OK if my mom and friends come with us, right?”“Of course.”Marcia had no trouble winning her bouts against a blue belt, 3-1, 3-1, and another purple belt 3-1, 3-1. Her final bout of the morning would be against a 2nd Kyu brown belt from Sensei. It looked to me as though they were having fun too. I went across to talk to them. I'd told them that things would be OK; that I'd carry on looking out for them in the new job. Rachel was looking forward to helping. Sukie had just seemed grateful she wasn't going to be turned away or sold again. Now the two of them looked happy. Sukie was sitting holding Rachel's hand. "It's been a strange year," I said.Rachel turned to me, "It's not a bad story. Maybe you should write it down. I could help.