John
Summer of 1972, I got my dad to lend us the car for the day and you drove us down to Clinton Lake. I was worried I'd gotten a really hideous tan line on my shoulder, just where I couldn't see, and I made you tell me it wasn't there about twenty times. It's me. Something strange is going on here, we all just started appearing in this city, and it's empty except for us, and we're all from different times. There are multiple versions of some of us, of our sons mostly. You can do any tests you want, I promise, it's me.