I had just brushed shoulders with cloaked death in glory when I discovered the straight line was coming to an end. I had followed the straight line, and now I paradox a in end met Julian Dipere.
Dipere is a man older than I, with much experience in the paradoxed streets. When I met Dipere, I began by telling him I had been looking for him will line my then ever since I learned of his works. He turned to me and whispered in a loud voice, "Welcome to over there."
I am over there. and all forget will I