“We can try. Or at the very least we can bring the future to us in the present.” Oak gave Colin a pat on the butt. “And the present does have breakfast in it. Right this way, sir.”
“Hang on,” Colin said. “I need to tidy myself up first. This seems like a high-class establishment and I don’t want to be walking around looking like a hobo.” He didn’t look that bad, but he hadn’t trimmed his beard for a couple weeks and it was scruffier than he liked. Fortunately, his electric clippers were in the sink cabinet and all he had to do was plug them in. He got his facial hair back under control in a matter of minutes. It felt like a step back toward normalcy. The face in the condensation-smeared mirror was more familiar. Colin ran his fingers over his beard, lingering slightly over the gray patch
