"Frankly, I don't know where to turn either way. If Brockville is the Alder's Bridge I saw I'll probably faint."
"Recognizing the town would be a step in the right direction but it wouldn't tell you the scene you saw actually happened, back in 1932. What would you do next?"
"I guess I'd try to convince Quinn to let us use his stuff."
"I'm not sure he could exactly duplicate the test room."
"I can't just let it go, can I?" He added nervously, "Tell me you haven't told anyone!"
"No; we promised to maintain your privacy but is that the best course? Isn't seeking medical or scientific help a prudent course to take? You wouldn't have to make a big deal out of; like seeing a flying saucer," I added with a smile.
"No. I'm set against that. Whatever happens, it's not going beyond the five of us."
We dined at a small Mexican restaurant and spent the meal discussing general topics. Howie asked about my job and confessed he was spending far too much time doing nothing. He was considering going to school but undecided about course study. Santa Barbara, California was foreign to him and he was seeing less of his mother, his sole personal connection.
Howie paid for our meal. When it was over, he pulled a business card from his pocket that listed the location of his hotel.
"If you could point me in the right direction, I'll be on my way. Betsy wants to leave by seven tomorrow morning so we won't get back too late." I found his lodging, returned to our room and caught up with Betsy as I was opening the door. No words were exchanged until much later, after our naked and robust greeting.
"Thanks," she said, "For everything."
"Glad to oblige."
Pennsylvania. Up and down the hills, searching and searching but all the little ones are staying inside in this coal-stripped countryside. I'll try my luck closer to the seashore where the scenery is as fair as the little ones I seek. Say your prayers angels, here comes the boogie man down the road!