Sutton rose slowly.
Something happened, he said, talking to himself, and I know what it was.
Six thousand years ago in a place that was called Wisconsin.
He moved forward, heading for the pilot's chair.
Asher Sutton was going to Wisconsin.
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Christopher Adams came into his office and hung up his hat and coat.
He turned around and pulled out the chair before his desk, and in the act of sitting down he froze and listened.
The psych-tracer burped at him.
Ker-rup, it chuckled, ker-rup, clickity, click, ker-rup.