Chapter 27: Epimetheus VanderEpimetheus questioned me for hours, wanting to know every little facet of my abilities, when they had presented themselves, how they had manifested, what changes were occurring. He asked about my family history, any psychic ability within the family, and spent a considerable period drawing a timeline on a sheet of paper. From time to time, he would leap from his chair, running back and forth around the room, selecting volumes from the bookcases seemingly at random. Bringing them back to the table, we sat in silence whilst he looked up various passages. There was a great deal of grunting, humming and haaing, as he pored over the books, his glasses perched on the very end of his bulbous nose and his bony fingers following lines of archaic writing on the parchment
