" I'm standing outside the door, waiting on you." Well, I would be in a bit. I opened the front door and looked up the sidewalk. Casey strode up purpo...efully."This is it," I said. "Tim's apartment." And you have a key," Casey stated."Of course. He's my fiancé and he has a much better computer and printer. Come see!" I led her inside."Hmmph! Doesn't look like a den of iniquity." You've been reading the wrong books again, haven't you?" I laughed."You KNOW how everybody talks." Boy, don't I?" I. " Well Lady, I was told that the super-nova exploded and you were almost incinerated. I have never been in outer space so I have to take their word for it." This can't be 2002. Time travel isn't possible. Our best scientists have confirmed this. I demand that you stop this farce or I will be forced to report you to the Supreme Ruling Body. I have a commission as an astronomer to study deep space. I was tested as a child and found that I had an aptitude for space study. I traveled to my space. Further action should be viewed by only the most resolute of men. For the vast majority of us out there it is safer at this point to back off -- discretion being the better part of valour -- for what follows is stomach-churning beaver shots (a whole beaver seems to have been used) that are accentuated by the backdrop of maggoty-white thighs which have received enough hail damage to flatten a field of corn.And as more of this eye candy is unpacked, pendulous, flaccid, sacs, released from the. Hopefully Laurie or Christine will take charge soon and get them sorted out." Well," I muttered with resignation, "we'll keep an eye on them and see how things go. However, I'm not going to intercede on their behalf; at least not at the moment. They've been given more resources than they had before and better shelter. All they need to do is to get organized and they should be able to survive. We'll just have to wait and see." What about a safe zone?" Sarah asked looking from the monitor to me..