I started packing.
It wasn't until I was almost packed that I suddenly became aware of someone standing behind me. I jerked around in alarm. It was Sam Golfin.
"How'd you get in here?" I blurted out.
"I've been waiting here ever since tomorrow," he said. "I had to see you."
I grinned at him thinly. "I didn't get murdered at Sarah's after all," I remarked dryly.
"No, thank God," Golfin said. "It proves that the past can be changed. I'd hoped it could." He frowned. "But unfortunately in preventing your murder at Sarah's a new future came into existence. I have to do it all over again."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Tomorrow when I came to see you, you were in here—dead. The door was unlocked. That's how I got in."
"Oh fine!" I snorted. "See what I'm doing? I'm packing. In another five minutes I'll be on my way to parts unknown."
"I only wish that were true," Golfin said sadly.