Dedicated to…
Judy, Joshua, and Shane.
To everyone who remembers those scary Saturday afternoon matinees.
Oh. And to the memory of H.G. Wells. His imagination has inspired so many.
Dear Plato:
Hi.
Enclosed is the file you requested. I had to go into the basement to find it. No one has read this particular one in many years, and I was extremely surprised when you asked for it.
Although you are probably as familiar with the facts as I am, I thought it might help to refresh both our memories and provide some background.
All three of them were in their midteens at the time. Blade had just turned 16, according to the records. This was the fourth of their little adventures and the one that affected Blade the most.
As usual, I employed a subjective style instead of an objective narrative. History should be vibrant, not dull.
Knowing you as well as I do, I took the liberty of going through the archives for the other files related to Blade’s travels during the same period. If you desire to see them, I’ll be happy to send them over.
By the way, does Blade know you’re doing this? He doesn’t take kindly to anyone prying into his past without a good reason. I know the files are official records open to every Family member, but it’s a privilege that should not be abused, even by our esteemed leader.
Does this have anything to do with the recent incident involving Blade’s son Gabe and that mutated black bear? If so, I understand your motive. Will you give this to Blade before or after you read it? Heh-heh.
Well, I’ve rambled enough. Stop by and visit me sometime. I get lonely with no one to talk to.