“I’m not sure I like the sound of that.”
“Sorry, I keep forgetting my time,” Peter says, this time probably meaning it. “Anyway, the point is that in a few weeks, time travel is going to be restricted.”
“And when will the ban be lifted?” I ask. “Y’know, so I can plan to be done with college by then.”
Peter pauses, sipping at his coffee. I never even noticed the waitress bringing our drinks. “I can’t tell you,” he finally says. “I’m sorry. I truly am. But you’ll know it when you see it.”
A few hours passed after the meeting in Tokyo; Peter had taken me home after our dinner/breakfast and dropped me off on Smallman Street– a ridiculously long way from the campus. I decided to forego class for the morning and just head back to the dorms after catching a bus back. I make it back just around noon, and not being particularly hungry, I throw my bag back into my room and sit down on the couch next to Kyle.
“Missed you at ten,” she says, not turning from her game. This one’s a complex simulation of… something, I’m not terribly interested in it right now. “Thought we could get some coffee between classes.”
“Sorry,” I say, frowning. “Something came up. Had to take care of things.”