I thanked her for the update.We had a few people come by during the day though it picked up that evening. I called the airline that afternoon asked fo... a status update. They said that no survivors had been found though a few bodies had come to the surface. I gave them Emily and Jack's names and explained my relationship to them legally. They put me on a list with my address and phone number for notifications and to receive the death certificate. The Florida coroner would issue the certificates. His smile disappeared as he looked to her again. ‘My time’s up.’ He started to get up and finished the rest of his coffee. ‘Let me buy you a coffee tomorrow. Same place? Same time? Take it as my way of apologizing for my bad mood the other day.’ Jaz could not believe her ears. Is he asking me out? No, of course not. He was just apologizing. It’s perfectly normal. She must not have responded, because he spoke up and said, ‘Ok, if you show up, I’ll take it as a yes. Surprise me.’ He flashed her. She paid special attention to her tail; its lustrous golden color gleamed in the sunlight and she licked and combed it until all the hairs were sorted out and her tail appeared as smooth as the delicate hair of a noblewoman. And even though she hadn’t been disturbed in many years, her senses were still as sharp as that of any wolf. Her ears constantly searched for careless sounds potential prey might make — a drowsy deer in the morning or a panicked rabbit. She hands stopped. Her tail was. Martin waved them toward the table, and felt his mind racing. What was going on in his head? Was he about to have a stroke in this moment of success? Watching yourself die probably wouldn’t be a good thing for his younger self. No, it wasn’t a stroke. He looked at his wife of 35 years. She was experiencing the same feelings. ‘You OK?’ he said, looking at her and looking back at their younger selves. ‘Um, yeah,’ she said. ‘Just … a bit…’ ‘Yeah, I know. I’m feeling it, too.’ ‘Hi,’ Marty said,.