Chapter 14 Chapter Fourteen

Pamela adjusted the fringe of her mortarboard and recognized Jeff from the crowd in the auditorium, sitting next to her parents.Her mother's face glowed with joyful pride.When Pamela's eyes met Jeff's, she blinked and he responded with a wry smile.They were both aware of the comic irony of the ceremony: A woman who had been a practicing physician, a successful artist, a well-known filmmaker, was finally getting her high school diploma.And this is the third time. It took a lot of tenacity to do it, and she was glad that Jeff was able to appreciate how boring the life she had lived for the past three years.He also re-entered the academic world during his second rebirth, but it was a university.Repeating high school so many times is a unique torture.

Yet her perseverance paid off, as she had expected.Since she was sixteen years old, her parents saw her become a good student with good character and academics, but they were not interested in going out with boys of her age, so they relaxed their discipline a little bit.She was allowed to see Jeff two nights a week.Jeff rented an apartment in Bridgeport for the weekend, and every Friday and Saturday night he was meticulous about getting her home by midnight.From her parents' point of view, the young couple loves movies; even if they had doubts about it, Jeff and Pamela could easily recite plots like "George Girl" or "The Good Samaritan" , They have watched this kind of movie at least twice in the past few years.

Strange as it is, but it's also a lot of fun when the pressure from the parents eases.The limitation of their time together and the inevitable furtive passion heighten the erotic tension and bring sweet enjoyment.They pour out their love on each other's youthful bodies like they've never made out, received or given such sensual ecstasy from each other or even anyone. If her parents ever suspected that she and Jeff had had sex (and they certainly had over the years), they were wise to keep quiet about it.Their attitude towards Jeff changed from being cautiously tolerant at the beginning to accepting, approving, and finally liking him without reservation.When he was eighteen and she was fourteen, the four-year age gap seemed uncomfortably large to his parents, but now between him at twenty-two and her at eighteen, it's perfectly normal but.Not only that, but her parents were relieved to be in a stable relationship with a clean, well-mannered and wealthy young talent like Jeff in an era of psychedelic drugs and promiscuity to defy social values.

The final diplomas were handed out, and as the graduates around her who were finally free to spread their wings ran down the stage in joy, Pamela walked calmly toward where Jeff and his parents were waiting. Oh, Pan, said her mother, you look so pretty on stage!Everyone else has been compared to you. Congratulations, dear.Her father hugged her and said. I've got to take off my cap and gown, Pamela told Jeff, and off we go. Do you really have to leave so early?her mother asked angrily. You can stay for dinner and leave early tomorrow morning. Mom, we told Jeff's family to arrive on Tuesday night, and we had to drive to Washington tonight.Now, take this, she said, handing him a roll of diplomas, and I'll be right back.

In the women's changing room, she took off her black padded robe and put on a blue skirt and white top.Several girls congratulated her politely, and she also congratulated on going back.While they talked excitedly about boyfriends, summer plans, and going to college in the fall, she was vaguely excluded from the friendship circle.These girls were her friends from the original life, and she had been a part of all their shenanigans, joking with each other, taking tentative first steps as women together.But this time, like the first time she repeated her high school days, the girls understood that there was an unbridgeable gap between them and Pamela, but they couldn't understand what it was.She kept them at a distance, out of the social life of her teens, and did everything she could to keep a promise to her parents: to finish schoolwork before leaving home to be with Jeff.Now that day has finally come, she hopes to minimize the embarrassment of leaving.

After changing her clothes, she returned to the school hall where the crowds were gradually dispersing, to join her parents and the man she was going to spend the rest of her life with. So, her father said to Jeff, do you suggest I keep holding those quarters? Yes, Jeff replied, as a long-term investment, I'm sure it's the right thing to do.I think within ten or twelve years, you'll be getting paid pretty well. Pamela was grateful to know that his father's question was only to ease the tension.The conversation reaffirmed that her father had seen Jeff as a shrewd, creative investor and that he would take good care of his daughter.Jeff bought thousands of dollars in defunct silver nineties in dime and quarter denominations before these coins disappeared from the market, and recommended his father to buy them as well.It's a sound financial investment that's conservative and sound, one that doesn't terrify his father with suspiciously rapid price increases, and doesn't have uncomfortably excessive potential risk.But time pays handsomely, no doubt; especially in January 1980, when the Hunter brothers illegally and covertly manipulated the silver market, driving the price of the precious metal to fifty dollars an ounce.Jeff told Pamela that he would contact his father in January of that year and convince him to get rid of the coins before the ensuing plunge in silver prices.

Honey, are you going to be in Orlando long?her mother asked. Just a few days, Pamela said, and then we'd drive to the Florida Keys and maybe charter a boat for a few weeks. Have you decided which college you want to attend at the end of the summer? This had always been a bitter topic between them: even though her parents knew she and Jeff had enough, they felt rather sorry for her refusal to go on to college. Not yet, Mom.We'll probably find a place in New York, but we haven't decided yet. It's not too late to enroll in CUNY.You know, you don't need to apply to get in on the national merit score.

I'll think about it again.Jeff, is everything in the car? The luggage is loaded into the car, the fuel tank is full, and we are ready to go. Tears welled up in Pamela's eyes as she hugged her parents goodbye.They just wanted the best for her, not knowing that their loving protection and nurturing had been superfluous over the years; she didn't blame them.But now, she and Jeff are finally truly free.For a long time, under their deceitful youthful appearance, they have always buried mature souls. Now they can not only be themselves freely, but also enter this familiar world again as independent adults.It couldn't have been a better day for them after all they'd been through.

She rose from the sea in a graceful gesture, climbed the short ladder hanging from the stern, and took the towel thrown by Jeff as she stepped aboard. How about a beer?he asked as he reached for the cooler. good.said Pamela, while wrapping her naked body in a large blue towel, while shaking her hair vigorously. Jeff opened two bottles of Two Forks, handed her one, and sprawled on the deck chair.I had a great time swimming.he laughed. Well, she pressed the cold wine bottle to her face and agreed contentedly. Being in the sea is like having a jacuzzi. The Gulf Stream, the warm ocean current that travels all the way here from the Atlantic Ocean.This heating vent keeps Europe from falling into another ice age, and we are on top of it.

Pamela turned her face up to the sun, closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the fresh sea breeze.A sudden noise disturbed her meditation, and she looked up to see a huge heron swooping down gracefully above the boat, straightening its long legs and pointed beak in an aerodynamically balanced posture, Swooping down towards the shore of the unnamed reef where they anchored in the morning. God.she sighed.I really don't want to leave here. Jeff smiled, raised the bottle sympathetically, and toasted her silently. Pamela walked to the side of the boat and leaned on the railing to watch the turquoise water she had just wandered in sparkle in the sun.In the distance to the west, a passing pod of dolphins playfully perform various antics, splashing the calm waters.After watching them play for a while, she turned to Jeff.One thing we've been avoiding, she said, we need to talk about.

What's up? Why did it take me so long to start this rebirth?Why did I lose a year and a half?We have ignored this problem for too long. She was right.There was an annoying timing discrepancy in their familiar recurring pattern, which they never discussed.Jeff acted like he would be infinitely grateful for her return, and Pamela, preoccupied with paying God's schoolwork and juggling the tricky diplomatic task of convincing her parents that she had to be with Jeff, had to put her worries to rest. Forget it. Why bring it up now?Jeff asked, frowning his sun-red forehead. She shrugged.Sooner or later you have to face it. He looked into her eyes questioningly.But at least in the next twenty years, we don't need to worry about this problem yet.Can't you just enjoy life before then?Carpe Diem. We can't ignore it, she whispered, impossible not to think about it.You know. Since we have not been able to find an explanation for the rebirth we have experienced, why do you think we can have more answers to this question? What I want to know is not necessarily why or how this happened.I've been thinking about this a lot, and I think it might be part of a whole pattern, not just a one-time deviation. How to say?I know I'm three months behind the usual time this time, but it's never happened in the past, neither you nor me. I'm not so sure.Of course the degree has never been more pronounced, but our respawn times have gradually drifted away, from the very beginning.Now it's just intensified. Deviate? She nodded.think about it.The second time you respawn, you don't wake up in a dorm at first, but in a movie theater, with Judy. But still the same day. That's right, but it's eight or nine hours off, isn't it?My first rebirth was shortly after noon.But the second time it was already midnight.I think about twelve hours late. Jeff began to ponder.The third time, the one before this one, I started Rebirth with Judy in a martin but?she pressed. I thought it was the same day, the day we went home together after watching The Birds.Losing Ge Liqian was so sad, I didn't have much energy to pay attention to the things around me.I spent a while getting drunk every day.But that KFC race seemed to start much earlier than usual, and it wasn't until the day before that I asked Frank to help me make the bets.Even if it's disturbing, I remember being relieved that at least I didn't let the opportunity slip by.I thought I'd been drinking all day long, but it's likely that I started my rebirth a few days later, maybe two or three days.I might be coming home with Judy on a different night than last time. Pamela nodded.I didn't particularly bother with dates when I was born again.she told him.I do remember my parents were home that morning though, so it must have been the weekend.Then the day I was born again for the first time was Tuesday, the last day of April.That means maybe four days off, maybe five days. From just a few days to a few months, in your case even more than a year, what is going on? Perhaps a geometric progression.If we knew the exact time lag between each respawn, I think we'd know what's going on, and even be able to figure out how much time it's off the next time. Death, and the idea of ​​a longer separation next time, suddenly cast a silent shadow between them.On the beach in the distance, where the waves cannot be swept, the herons are pacing back and forth on their slender legs. The scene is lonely and deserted.The frolicking dolphins in the west have left, leaving only the calm sea. It's too late to think about this now, isn't it?Jeff said.This sentence is more of a statement than a question.We didn't pay attention at the time, and now it's impossible to accurately reconstruct the time difference. There was no reason to do it then.Everything is too difficult to adapt, and the deviation is too trivial.Besides this, there are too many things on my mind. There's no point in thinking about it.If the time difference increases in a geometric progression, from hours to days to months, even if we get a rough estimate, the error may be in years. After staring at him for a while, Pamela finally spoke, and perhaps someone else took more careful note of each deviation. Others, what does this mean? We found each other by accident, because you happened to notice that "Star Ocean" is brand new, and there is a way to arrange a meeting with me.But there might be other reborns, maybe a lot of them, and we've never really tried to find them. Why do you think these people exist? I don't know if they exist, but I never expected to meet you then.If there are two reborn people in this world, it will not be difficult to create more people. If so, don't you think we should have heard of them? not necessarily.My movie did get a lot of hype, and your involvement in the JFK assassination in your first rebirth must have caused quite a stir.But beyond that, have we had a noticeable impact on society?Even your future venture may not be that well known outside financial circles.I didn't notice that I was busy with medical school and my ensuing job at Children's Hospital of Chicago.Maybe there are other reborns who make all sorts of small, local changes that we just don't notice. Jeff thought for a moment.Of course, I often think about this too.But I was too immersed in my own experience, so I couldn't do anything, until I found you after watching "Xing Hai". Maybe it's time to do something about it.Something simpler and more direct than the project I wanted to accomplish when you first met me.If there are other people in this world, we can learn a lot from them, we have a lot of experience to share. True, Jeff said with a smile, but right now I just want to share with you alone.We waited a long time to be alone again. It's been long enough.She smiled at him as she untied the big blue towel and let it fall onto the sunny wooden deck. They published small advertisements in the world's major newspapers: "New York Times", "New York Post", "New York Daily News" in the United States; "Los Angeles Times" and "Los Angeles Vanguard Tribune"; Le Monde, Express Weekly, Paris Match Pictorial; Japan's Asahi Shimbun, Yomiuri Shimbun; Britain's Times of London, Evening Standard, The Sun; Brazil's Sao Paulo State, Brazilian Journal.Considering their respective areas of specialization in different rebirths, they are also regularly published in the Journal of the American Medical Association, the British Journal of the Lancet, the French Journal of Collaboration in Medicine, the American Wall Street Journal, the British Financial Times, The French "New Economist", the American "Variety Daily", the French "Cinema Notes", the American "Playboy" and "Penthouse Magazine", the British "Lady" and the French "Men" magazines published advertisements. A total of more than two hundred newspapers and magazines around the world have published this seemingly innocuous notice, except for a few unknown or even non-existent objects targeted by it, no one can see the significance of it. Do you remember: Watergate, Princess Diana, the Challenger disaster, Prime Minister Khomeini, Rocky and Flashdance? If yes, you are in company.Please write to New York Post Office Box 1988. Another one with a dollar check.Jeff threw the letter aside as he spoke.Why do so many people think we are selling things? Pamela shrugged.Apparently most people think so. Worse still are those who think we're running a game.You know, it's going to cause trouble. How to say? People at the post office can be very opinionated unless we are careful enough.We have to write a form letter stating that the ad is not about the game and send it to these people.Especially those who send money to us must make sure that the money is returned.We don't want to be complained about. But we never give people anything.Pamela protested. Even so, said Jeff, do you want to explain to the postal inspector in 1967 what Watergate was? I think you are right.She opened another letter, read it quickly, and laughed.Listen, she said, please send me more information about your memory training program.I can't remember a single thing you mentioned in your ad. Jeff giggled with her, and it was nice to see that she still had a sense of humor about these things.He knew how important this mission of finding people was to her: her rebirth start date was obviously longer than Jeff's. If the time deviated, it could be delayed by four or five days from the beginning to eighteen months. If this arc continues, her next respawn time will likely be significantly shorter.Although he hadn't discussed it in the past four months, both understood that she might never even come back. They'd had hundreds of letters in the past four months, most of which assumed it was a contest or a sale, from magazines to Rosicrucian memberships.Some of the letters did lead to speculation, but further examination proved them wrong.The most likely but also infuriating one is a one-line letter postmarked in Sydney, Australia, with no signature or return address, and it only reads: Not yet.Be patient. Jeff began to despair of all this endeavor.It was a reasonable attempt, and he thought they had done it in the best possible way, and it didn't work out.Maybe there are really no other reborn in this world, maybe they do exist, but they just choose not to respond.But Jeff believed now more than ever that he and Pamela were alone, and would always be alone. He opened another letter from the stack of letters that arrived today, and was about to throw it away with other useless letters that were unclear about the situation, but the first line of words prevented him from moving forward, and he was stunned. I was surprised to read this short letter. Honey, You forgot to mention the Chiapaquiddick incident His female companion drowned. Kennedy did not call the police until the body surfaced the next day. The matter was a sensation in the United States at the time and greatly affected many Americans' perceptions of Edward Kennedy.), this incident will soon repeat itself.There is also the Tylenol painkiller scare (Annotation: In 1982, there were seven consecutive cases of poisoning and death after taking Tylenol painkillers in the Chicago area of ​​the United States, because Tylenol painkillers are commonly used painkillers in American families. This caused panic.), or the Soviet Union shot down the South Korean 747 civil aviation plane The Soviet Union and the Soviet Union disagreed on the cause of this incident, which brought the tension of the Cold War between the United States and the Soviet Union to the peak.), What do you think?Nobody ever forgets these things. If you want to chat, you are always welcome.We can have a good chat about the good old days that are coming. Stewart.McGowan 382 Strathmore Road, Crossfield, Wisconsin Jeff stared at the signature on the letter, then checked the address under the postmark.The postmark matches the address.Pamela he called softly. Um?She glanced up at him from the letter she was about to open.Another fun one? Jeff looked at the beautiful, smiling face he had known and loved in strange, out-of-order ways, first as an adult, then as a young woman.He had a vague foreboding feeling that their intimate world would be invaded, that their unique place in each other's hearts would be destroyed by strangers.They had found what they were looking for, but now he wasn't at all sure they should start looking. You read this letter.As he spoke, he handed the letter to her. When they reached Crossfield, thirty-five miles south of Madison, the cloudy sky began to fall with thin snow.Pamela, who was sitting in the front seat of the big Plymouth sports car, was nervous. She tore the tissue paper into strips, gathered them into balls, and stuffed them all into the ashtray on the dashboard.Jeff hadn't seen her old nervous habits since that night at the Malibu restaurant when they first met, nineteen years ago, five years later. You still think he's alone?She asked, looking at the haggard figures of the birch trees that had lost their winter leaves on both sides of the town's streets. Maybe.As Jeff said, he tried to see the black and gray road signs clearly in Luoxue's sight.I don't find it particularly meaningful to mention that everyone remembers the Tylenol killings and the Korean plane incident.I think he's referring to the normal people after the event, not the group of Reborns he's already assembled. After tearing off the tissue paper in her hand, Pamela stretched out her hand and took another.I'm not sure if I'm hoping for a group or another outcome.She said in a flat tone.On the one hand, it must have been a great relief to find a group of people who understood what happened to us.But I'm not sure I'm ready to deal with so much pain like this, or to hear all they know. I think this is the most important point. It's kind of scary, that's all, but we're pretty close to what we're looking for.I wish I could find Stewart in the phone book.McGowan's contact information, if I can call him first to find out what kind of person he is, it will be much more reassuring than just a note.I hate showing up unprepared. I'm sure he was expecting us to come.We had gone so far to find him that we obviously had no intention of refusing his invitation. Strathmore Road is there.Pamela pointed to a road that wound up the hills to the left.Jeff had passed the intersection, so he made a U-turn and drove up the empty wide street. 382 Strathmore Road is a three-story Victorian building on the other side of the hill.It was actually a manor, with a wide well-maintained house behind a wall made of irregular stone slabs.As the car pulled through the grand gates, Pamela began tearing off another Kimberly, but Jeff stopped her restless hand and gave her a warm smile of encouragement. They hurried into the broad colonnade, grateful to be able to find shelter from the growing snow.There was an intricately carved brass knocker on the front door of the house, but Jeff found a bell and rang it.The door was answered by a woman who looked like a matron in a plain brown dress with a white collar.Do you need my help?she asked. Is Mr. McGowan here? The woman in the pince-nez frowned puzzled.wheat McGowan.Stewart.McGowan.Does he not live here? Ouch, Stewart.certainly.Do you have a date with him? No, I think he knew we were coming.You just tell him it's a friend from New York, I believe friend?She frowned even tighter.Are you friends with Stewart? Yes, we are from New York. The lady looked a little disturbed.I'm afraid you might as well come in and sit for a while to avoid the cold?I will be right back. After the lady disappeared down the hall, Jeff and Pamela found a ottoman in the musty hall and sat side by side.More than one person lives here, Pamela whispered, the house is obviously not his, and the maid only knows his first name. A tall, gray-haired man in a tweed suit emerged from the hallway, followed by a buxom woman in bifocals.You say you are Stuart.McGowan's friend?he asks. We, uh, we correspond with him.Jeff stood up and said. May I ask who started the contact? Sir, we have driven all the way from New York to meet Mr. McGowan at his special invitation, so if you can let him know What is the nature of your correspondence with Stewart? I don't see how this is relevant to you.Why don't you ask him? Everything about Stewart is related to me.He is under my care. Jeff and Pamela exchanged quick glances.It's your responsibility, you mean?Are you a doctor?Is he sick? quite serious.Why are you interested in his case?Are you journalists?I will not allow anyone to invade my patient's privacy, and if you are sent by any newspaper or magazine, I suggest you leave immediately. No, neither of us.Jeff handed him a business card that said he was a venture capital consultant, and introduced Pamela as a colleague. The tense alert expression on the man's face immediately softened a lot, and he smiled apologetically at them.I'm so sorry, Mr. Winston, if I had known it was about business, I would have been Jojo.Doctor Pfeiffer.I just want to protect Stewart's privacy, please understand.The rules of this place are strict and cautious, and any So, this isn't Stewart's house?Is this a certain type of hospital? Yes, a nursing home. Is it his heart?Are you a cardiologist? The doctor frowned.You don't know his background? Not sure.Our contact with him is limited to business and investment-related matters. Pfeiffer nodded in understanding.Putting aside his other problems, Stewart is quite smart about the market as a whole.I encourage him to continue with financial investments.Of course, all his profits are now managed by trustees, and if his situation continues to progress, maybe one day Dr. Pfeiffer, are you saying this is a mental institution? Not a hospital, but a private psychiatric unit, yes. God, Jeff thought.That's right; McGowan probably revealed too much to people he shouldn't have, and ended up in a mental institution.Jeff glanced at Pamela and saw that she knew as well as he did.They've always understood that being too open about what happened to them could lead outsiders to think they're crazy, and here's living proof of that. Dr. Pfeiffer misunderstood the glance they exchanged.I hope you will not discount his ability because of his mental problems, he said with concern, I assure you that even after going through these things, his financial judgment is still impeccable. That's not a problem, Jeff said, we understand it must be tough for him, but we all know how wisely he manages his investments.The lie seemed to assuage Pfeiffer's worries.Jeff guessed that more than half of the operating expenses of the place came from McGowan's trust fund, and he might even have donated it in the first place. Can we meet him now?asked Pamela.If we had known these circumstances in advance, we would naturally arrange a meeting through you, but since we have traveled so far Of course no problem, Dr. Pfeiffer assured her, there were no set visiting hours, so you could see him right away.Mary, he turned to the gray-haired lady behind him and said, would you please bring Stewart to the lounge downstairs? Dr. Pfeiffer led them into a room where a rather young-looking woman in a yellow lace dress was sitting by the window watching the snow.She turned expectantly as they entered. Hi, said the girl, are you here to see me? Melinda, they're here to visit Stewart.The doctor told her softly. Never mind, she said with a cheerful smile, I'll be here on Wednesday, right? Yes, your sister will come on Wednesday. But I'd like to serve a cup of tea and cake to Stewart's guests, can I? Of course, if they want to. Melinda walked away from the white snow scene.Would you mind some tea and cake?she asked very politely. Well, thank you, said Pamela, that was very sweet. I'll go get ready.The tea is in the kitchen and the cake is in my room, made by my mother.Would you like to wait? Of course, here we are. She went through a door next to the room, and they heard her footsteps rushing up the stairs.Jeff and Pamela observed the surrounding environment: the two logs in the brick fireplace in the room were burning warmly, there was half a circle of comfortable leather chairs in front of the fireplace, and the walls were pasted with pastel patterns decorated with delicate irises. Blue wallpaper, a half-finished Monarch Butterfly puzzle on a mahogany table in the opposite corner of the room, a Tiffany chandelier above the table, and plush dark blue curtains pulled aside to reveal a snow-covered landscape in the distance. mountain peak. It's a nice place, Jeff said, it doesn't look like Like a nursing home?The doctor smiled.Is it like, we try to maintain a normal and pleasant environment as much as possible.As you can see, there are no battens on the windows and no uniformed staff.I believe this atmosphere speeds up the recovery process, and when the patient is ready to go home, it also makes it easier for them to return to their daily lives. How is Stewart doing?Do you think he can get out of here soon? Pfeiffer pursed her lips and stared out the window at the falling snow.He has improved a lot since being transferred here.I have high hopes for Stewart.Of course, there are many difficulties in the middle, a bunch of legal obstacles to A thin, sallow man in his early thirties entered the room, followed by a muscular young man in jeans and a gray sweater.The paler one wore blue slacks, well-polished loafers, and a white shirt with an open collar.His hairline has begun to recede and the crown of his head is showing signs of thinning. Stewart, said the doctor warmly, you have an unexpected visitor.A business partner, I think, from New York.This is Jeff.Winston and Pamela.Phillips.This is Stewart.McGowan. The bald man held out his hand with a pleasant smile.We finally met.He took Jeff's hand first, then Pamela's.I've been waiting a long time for this moment. I understand how you feel.Jeff replied softly. Well, said Dr. Pfeiffer, I'll go away and let you talk for yourselves.But Michel, the one standing here might have to stay.I don't have a choice, it's a rule.But he won't get in your way, and you can still keep the conversation private. The big man's attendant nodded. After the doctor left the room, he found a place to sit at the table under the chandelier in Tiffany, and began to put together the puzzles left by his predecessors. please sit down.Stewart pointed to the chair in front of the fireplace and said. Jesus, Jeff sympathized, this must have sucked. Stewart frowned.It's not that bad, it's much, much better than some other places. I'm not talking about this place, but about what happened to you.We'll do everything we can to get you out as quickly as possible.I have a very good lawyer in New York, and I'll get him on the plane tomorrow morning.He's got a way, I'm confident. I appreciate your concern.But that will take some time. how do you Tea and cake came.Melinda came in with a silver tray and announced in a brisk voice. Thank you, Melinda, said Stewart, you're such a good girl.I want you to meet my friends, Jeff and Pamela, from my time, the 1980s. Oh, the girl said happily, Stewart told me all about the future.About Patty.Hearst and the Symbiosis Liberation Army , and what happened in Cambodia, and Leaving that aside for now, Jeff glanced over at the attendant, who was engrossed in the jigsaw puzzle, and interrupted her conversation.Thank you for the refreshment.Leave the plate here. If you want more, I'm in the front room.Nice to meet you, can we talk about the future world later? Maybe.Jeff answered briefly.The girl smiled and left the room.God, Stewart, Jeff said when she was gone, you shouldn't have done this.You shouldn't trust her at all, let alone tell her about us.What would people think if she told anyone about it? Nobody cares what we say here.hello mike.He shouted, and the attendant looked here.Do you know which team won the World Series three years in a row, starting in 1972?It's Oakland. The companion nodded blankly, and went back to the puzzle world. Do you know what I mean?Stewart smiled.They didn't even open their ears.By the time Oakland started winning titles, I didn't even remember telling him about it. I still don't think it's a good idea.This might make it harder for us to get you out of here. The pale man shrugged.unimportant.He turned to Pamela. "Star Ocean" is a movie you made, right? Yes, she smiled, glad to know someone still remembered. very good.看完電影後我差點要提筆寫信給妳了。我馬上知道妳一定是個重生者，這部電影證實了很多我自己學到的事，讓我重新找到了生活的目標。 謝謝你的稱讚。你提到你自己學會了一些事。我在想你是否也發現了偏離的現象？重生或者你所謂的再生的起始日延後了？ 是的，史都華說，最後一次延遲了幾乎快一年。 我是一年半，傑夫只有半年。我們正在研究這件事，如果我們可以根據這些不同的起始日畫出一條確切的弧線，也許就能預測下一次循環我們會少掉多少時間，但一定要非常精確才行。你記錄下你的 No, I can't help it. 如果把我們三個人的記錄比較一下，也許會幫助你記起來，至少可以把範圍縮小一點。 He shook his head.impossible.我前三次再生的一開始都處於無意識狀態。我當時昏迷不醒。 What? 一九六三年時我出了場車禍你們也是回到一九六三年重新開始對吧？他問，眼神先看向潘蜜拉、傑夫，接著再回到潘蜜拉。 沒錯，傑夫向他保證，五月初。 Exactly.那麼，我是四月的時候出了意外，車子全毀。我昏迷了八個禮拜，每次醒來時我都是在重生中。我一直以為昏迷和這件事有關，直到這次為止。所以我不知道我的你們怎麼稱呼？起始日期的差異？ 偏離。 我不知道我的前三次偏離是以小時還是日、星期來計算，也無法確定到底有沒有偏離。潘蜜拉臉上的失望之情溢於言表，連麥高文都看出來了。 我很遺憾，他說，我希望我可以幫上更多忙。 這不是你的錯，她說，我想這一切對你來說一定可怕極了，被這樣送進醫院，而現在 這全是表演的一部分，我可以接受。 Performance?I don't understand. 史都華疑惑地對著她皺起眉頭。你們已經跟太空船連絡上了，不是嗎？ I don't understand you.什麼太空船？ 安特里安星太空船。少來了，妳製作出《星海》耶。我也是重生者，在我面前妳不需要裝作不知道。 我們真的不知道你在說什麼。傑夫告訴他。你是說你曾經跟一些人，或者說一些生物連絡過，而這一切都是他們造成的？他們是外星人？ 當然，我的天。我以為這麼說你們不是在安撫他們？他原本十分蒼白的臉現在更加毫無血色了。 傑夫和潘蜜拉面面相覷，接著困惑地望著他。外星智能生物與這些事有關的可能性他們也都想過，但從來沒有跡象顯示這假設是真的。 恐怕你得向我們解釋這整件事的來龍去脈才行了。Jeff said. 麥高文向那位始終不帶感情的年輕人瞄了一眼，他仍坐在房子較遠的角落裡，埋頭在拼圖上。他向傑夫和潘蜜拉的方向挪近椅子，用壓低的聲音說起話來。 那些再生或重生，他們根本就不關心。他邊說邊甩頭，示意他指的是那位陪從。 讓他們不高興的是我們做的安撫。他嘆口氣，搜尋著傑夫的眼神。你們真的想聽聽整個故事？從頭開始？