One second was all he needed, and I had that one second to spare.
Owen will never be able to explain what he did in a way that I comprehend, but the Earth’s rotational force deep in SnoLab was sufficiently different from the surface to make a difference. A tiny difference, but enough nonetheless.
And so I was able to travel back to the year 1826. I took with me the computing device loaned to me by Owen and used it to create the accompanying photograph of me.
I send it to you from the year 1826, not knowing if I will ever be able to create another web log posting. Or, indeed, whether I should. For while I am most grateful to have been returned to my own time, I find myself filled with sadness for I have left Pippin behind.