‘Marty, I can’t explain now,’ I said, looking him in the eye. He must have noticed the expression of anguish on my face because his tone softened. ‘Listen, Toby. There was an old guy called Jim in here before…’ ‘Jim? Where is he now?’ ‘Beats me.’ ‘How long ago?’ I was wondering if he’d seen the l...
I gave him Jimbo’s address and told him to check it out. After that I made the decision—no more time travelling. I would go and see Jim in hospital and tell him it was over. I had tried a few times to get through on the phone. Then finally, on the Wednesday, they told me that he had gone. ‘What d...