I smiled at her but noted with a quick glance down the diamond ring on her left hand.Probably just gas, I told myself as I went to the little coffee s...and next to the convenience store next to the food court in the floor above the basement lab. The girl at the counter was your typical gum-chewing freshman. So, I waited just a little longer than I should have as she remembered the secret to making a latte. Unfortunately, she spent more time remembering to flirt with some guy in a hat with greek. I knew better. She mentioned him so many times I was sure she liked him.Saturday, May 13, 1978I worked like normal. The weather was great so I was biking, making some deliveries, and making some pickups. Andreas told me that over the Summer he’d have some new things for me to do. I thanked him again and said I would do whatever they needed.I knew at some point I’d be asked to do something overtly questionable if not outright illegal. I still wasn’t sure what I would do, but I was leaning. She remembered the day things had changed, right after her sixteenth birthday, her stepfather sitting on the couch with her, her mother in the kitchen cooking dinner. Up until that point, they had seemed to have a normal father/daughter relationship, him having taken over for her own dad at the tender age of two when her daddy died in a car accident on his way home from work.Everything had started innocently enough, sitting on the couch, watching TV, them bumping against each other playfully,. The two conversations quoted above both refer to "One of MarkB": in B's dimension it was an original mind, in C's dimension it was a copy of a B mind. The cross-dimensional synchronization process between minds that now no longer existed had naturally stopped, but that was far too low level to be noticed. Several seconds from now there won't be the echo caused in the B and C dimensions when A's minds would otherwise have had a refreshing copy arrive, but the echoes caused by refreshing copies.