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Theresa was at her apartment within moments. "Madeleine, just breathe. I'm sure there is an explanation for all of this." Madeleine teetered back and forth on her couch. "I- I don't think there is. Read the article. I- I need to know more. I-" Madeleine suddenly turned to grab her best friend's shoulders. "I need to know everything I can find." "For his modern-day self, he has his face plastered all over social media. It shouldn't be too hard to find out stuff about him. Of course, whether it's true or not... is a gamble. As for his past self and yours... I mean there's probably records somewhere. Maybe... but even then, it'll take you a century to find it all. The internet is probably your best bet for the past stuff. Unless..." Theresa tapped her chin for a moment. "What?" Madelein