“What about you?” he went on, his eyes running down my figure and back up. “Oh, just trying to stay fit and avoid having to see doctors, I guess...” I joked, “even though last time I saw one, it wasn’t that bad.” “Yes, not bad at all,” Dave remarked, his eyes locked on mine. We started bringing each other up to date on the latest events in our lives, meanwhile, Dave took off his shirt and used it to dry his chest and shoulders, then he sat to remove his shoes and eventually his shorts. I began. Our routine didn't change. She didn't suddenly stop all travel or late nights. Things went along as they had been, more or less. I just bided my time, waiting for the information I needed, whatever it would be.I knew in my heart what the report would contain and I was right. Being right didn't make me feel wonderful, in fact I felt like shit. They gave me chapter and verse, no explicit pictures but shots of her meeting a guy at restaurants, kissing, holding hands, going into hotels and leaving. As I turned down a back road that was a shortcut to my home, I saw a car pulled over on the side of the road. There was a young lady, who I later found out was 20 years old, looking flustered and almost in tears. I asked her what was wrong and she said she had a flat tire and her phone was dead so she could not call for help. "Hmmm," I said, "we should be able to fix that". I looked at the right front tire and it was surely flat. I introduced myself to the young lady and she said that her. OK Proof. How do I prove I'm from the future? Idon't have proof. I'm by myself in the past with no artifacts from thefuture. Well, I do know future events. I can predict outcomes of somefootball games. But I don't know any scores. I know the score of theGiants' next Super Bowl win. But that's not until 2008, and Chase willalready be dead by then.I heard my bedroom door open. Mom came in. Is it the guardian angel?"Christina honey, do you want to talk about it?" No. It's just Mom.I sat up wiping.