Benjamin doesn't go out any more. He's always within hearing of the receiver tuned to the warning networks, within reach of the red button that will someday send out a coded signal.
Did you read about the situation in this morning's papers? It looks like another crisis in the making and maybe this time neither side will back down.
Pray for a year's time, if you're the praying kind.
But whenever the missiles come, Benjamin will press the red button at the first warning. The temporal field lasts only a millisecond and the missiles won't be stopped, of course—but every city with a suitcase will be empty when they strike.
If the crisis holds off for a year, Benjamin figures we'll all go back together, each city and town to a different time, but all before 1900. It's hard to wait even a year when you have the gene gnawing and nagging inside you....
Edgar Evans, who started it, couldn't wait. Andover Hare refused to go back alone. Benjamin Reeves, with the same gene, was unable to forget what he told the military—run like hell!—and all the folks like us who couldn't.
So Benjamin found us the ultimate way to run, and to satisfy our dream in the running. Not yet, but soon now.
See you back there!