”Younger-Rebecca blinked, looking down at her own, less rumpled outfit. “Wait a minute! How--?”Rebecca made a chopping gesture, exactly as Leda ...ad done. “That thing is a portal, Becs. It puts you a thousand years into the future. The year 3109, to be exact, although, really, I have no way to verify that.” She looked around, spotting the Bizzy K ball cap on Younger-Rebecca’s desk. If Iris had pitched it into 3109, why hadn’t she found it upon arriving 5 minutes later? Bothered by this, she. There were men and women in suits as well as jeans, an interesting mix.He smiled and walked over to join her, sitting under Groucho's cigar."Hello again." You may as well sit. I ordered coffee for both of us."As he sat, he opened the menu before him. The fare was as mixed as the fashion sense of the customers. He was pleased at the choices."Sorry I'm late, concierge slowed me down in the lobby of the hotel. I've only been to New York once before, had a little trouble getting everything. ” She took a bite of her omelet and saw me smiling.“How soon,” I asked, sort of meaning it, but not really expecting it. We’d spent a lot of time in bed the day before.She stopped eating and looked at me seriously. “You don’t actually have to get me caught up for all the years I’ve missed, you know.”“It’s good to have goals, though, right?”She laughed and continued eating. Then, between bites, “It’s good to have goals. Let me finish breakfast and wash up. Then we’ll take bedding and everything. Miller greeted him at the door. He had phoned from DC to let her know he was back in the country and could she meet him at his apartment with the keys. She was a sweet old lady who owned the small apartment building. She loved having her tenants over for dinner once in a while — it kept her from being lonely. Even though Gregg had only lived there for less than a year before his excursion, he was one of her favorite (that is, quietest) tenants.Gregg's one-bedroom apartment was considerably.