Time
Travel
Institute of
Columbia
But for Lewis sleeping by the fire, you are alone in your quiet library, cold rain modulating afternoon window light. Lewis is a cat, a strange one, given you by a cousin, sadly deranged. "This young man time travels," he had confided, eliciting sharp looks from his aging mother.
You are pondering the melancholy life situations of your cousin and your aunt when you observe a miracle. Two cats emerge from empty space, one walking forwards, the other backwards! They are spitting images of Lewis, who continues to sleep. What happens next?