Islamic Research Foundation International, Inc. The Time Traveler. Monday, May 19, Thucydides the ancient Greek historian, fresco in the Church of Monastery of Filanthropinon, 16th c. He was a stolid, grizzled man in a gray tunic and looked to be in his late-sixties or older. He also appeared to be the veteran of wars or of some terrible accident since he had livid scars on his face and neck and hands, some even visible in his scalp beneath a fuzz of gray hair cropped short in a military cut.
One eye was covered by a black eyepatch. Before I could finish dialing he announced in a husky voice that he was a Time Traveler come back to talk to me about the future. Being a sometimes science-fiction writer but not a fool, I said, "Prove it. My finger hovered over the final "1" in my dialing. I hesitated. I'd greatly enjoyed the book, thought it deserved the award, and had been sad to hear that Grimwood had died.
So, I thought, I might have a grizzled nut case in my study this New Year's Eve, but if he was a reader and a fan of Replay , he was probably just a sci-fi fan grizzled nut case, and therefore probably harmless.
I kept my finger poised over the final "1" in " I'd thought it clever at the time. The guy in Replay, once he suspected others were also replaying into the past, had taken out personal ads in major city newspapers around the country.
The ads were concise. If so, contact me at. Pope who? Scooter who? Ray Nugin? Judge who? John Roberts? Who is. I was waiting for him on New Year's Eve I didn't see him enter. I looked up from the book I was fitfully reading and he was standing in the shadows again. I didn't dial this time, nor demand any more proof. I waved him to the leather wingchair and said, "Would you like something to drink? Our conversation ran over two hours, but the following is the gist of it.
