Not much time. I went to the future, trying to find out anything about the story writers. It seems they have been looking for me. Some people, armed with rifles, were waiting for me when I stepped out of the portal. I had to run from them. I finally found an alley and made another portal. After I got away, I thought I was safe, but more people came after me.
I’ve been through dozens of places in time, both past and future. I’ve been dialing randomly. Doesn’t matter. They keep finding me. My time seems to be running out. If they catch me, I hope Mary and her friends find me.
I’ll write again, if I can.
Roger1
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