EpiloguePaul Kingsman sat at his desk, and as he had for close to the thirtieth time today, looked at the clock on his computer. He was anxious and a little frightened. He had been secretly looking forward to this date for almost twenty years. Ever since the crazy Saturday when his entire life changed. The day he came face to face with himself.
Since that day he had been running an almost scripted existence. Following the path that he and his future-self mapped out during the two days that they had spent together.
After today he had one final act to perform and then he would be off on his own without any further guidance. In eighteen months, on February third, he had to go to Tom's mother's house, early on a snowy morning and shovel her front steps. Just that one time and on that specifi
