“Okay, I’m not even going to attempt to process that right now.” My headache was gone, and I think trying to picture that many… whatever-they-are’s floating around in time would bring it back with a vengeance. “So, you bounce all over the timeline. What makes you leave?”

Unfortunately, death.

”’Scuse me?” I didn’t like this particular turn. “You mean I’m stuck with you until the day I die?”

Stuck with me? Stuck with me?!

She sounded pretty choked.

Listen up and listen good! she yelled. Do you think I had a choice? I’ve spent lifetimes sharing space with philosophers, artists, scientists! I was there when Homer wrote the Iliad ! I was present when Einstein devised the theory of relativity! I was in house when Jim Morrisson faked his… She stopped. Uh… Skip that last one.

“Wait. Morrisson faked his death? Mr. Mojo Rising is alive?!”

Well, I guess I can tell you now. Jim actually died in a car crash in 1993.

“But it sounded like you don’t like musicians?”

Well, one or two I like…