Message #33466

[R. S. Packman]

Packer awaited his friends response.  He couldn't believe it had really been thirty years.  He had never actually thought about it, but he had gotten on up there in age.  When he had originally left, he was only seventeen.

Those were the days of the AD assault.  Now, he was forty-seven, and if there was any way he could go back, he would. Back to his old body, his old friends, most of whom were probably dead by now, and back to the way things had been.