"The General disappeared."
When Zyra called me with the news, she sounded so terrified, I had to leave home immediately, wearing my flip-flops and pajamas.
On my way to hers, I tried to settle my thoughts, knowing I wouldn't be any good to her if I was also scared and worried when I got there. I began to think about how I told her what I did with the whole time-travel thing.
"Well, you were always the person to do the most outlandish things." Zyra complimented. "Not just your dress and grooming." She was referring to my Punk Rockish look. For me it didn't seem like an obsession or style I had for a while. There was this fleeting thought that I once had an interest in all things classical and medieval. Not anymore. When I asked Zyra about the details, she said I've always been a metal head. Dad took me to my first rock concert on Lunar Prime when I was 15.
