. . . 2296 . . .Fort Madison . . .

. . . January 10th . . . 12:23 PM. . .

John-Luc started to turn away but then Quarty's metal hand grabbed his wrist.

"It is. . ." Quarty mumbled in his sleep. "It is nice to see you again, John-Luc."

God was his strength extremely strong.

"Quarty, loosen your grip." John-Luc said. 

Quarty's hand let go of John-Luc's wrist then his metal hand fell to his side. John-Luc looked down upon the sleeping old man on the table wearing glasses. He recalled being there when when Quarty first asked, "Honey, is the screen blurry or is it me?". John-Luc recalled the day his vision became bad when Quarty made the 'I-can't-see-you' look. It was right in the morning on a Monday when they made the terrible discovery. It took a couple days to get the right prescription lenses and a pair of glasses that fit Quarty's head.

"Don't get into trouble while I am gone, will you?" John-Luc asked.

John-Luc left.