Eventually they gave up and asked him for his solicitor’s name. When they heard it was Gordon Collins they were not happy – he was the best in the...area. He also happened to be a personal friend of Victor, who knew he would drop everything to come to him.Victor was taken to a cell, where he relaxed himself and thought through the events that had happened. Then Gordon arrived. Victor told him of the events that had befallen him.“I have to ask, Victor.” Gordon said, almost apologetically. “Did you. Present – Ben – Somewhere in TexasThe truck begins to slow which wakes me up and I'm sure glad it did. The damn faces were back in full force! You would think with fewer of them they would be less of a problem, but hell no! They are more insistent than ever about 'their retribution.'I open my eyes, see we're at a truck stop and Stinky Pete comments, "Damn boy! That must have been some hellacious nightmare. Do you have those every time you sleep?"I reply, "It's not really something I want to. "Please don't speak; you are suffering the effects of the time dilation. When time was slowed and you moved back through it, your mind was, you might say stalled and therefore will take a bit to "catch up". I estimate you should be fine in a few hours. The only thing is we don't have a scheduled traveler at this period in time, most strange." The odd looking being said to me then he pulled a strange looking tube device and pointed it at my wrist."Bio-chip detected, analyzing, identification. Your clothes are soaked through, from outerwear to inner and your skin is wrinkled and over hydrated from all of the time you must have spent in the water. Apart from that, blessedly, you seem okay. No injures outside of some soreness, and a bit of a headache but all in all healthy. Checking your pockets for anything useful, you find your raspberry chap-stick survived but is totally swamped with salt water. Yuck. Your phone is much the same way and now sports a wicked crack across its screen.