After I got better, Christian and I made it official. When Lucas heard from his hospital bed that we were finally together, he practically leapt up and danced around the room.
"Ha ha ha! That's all me! Best matchmaker on Wall Street! When I get back to 2035, I'm making Christian take me to Michelin three-stars for a whole year!" Then he flopped back onto the bed. "But how am I supposed to get home? Finals are less than a week out. I seriously cannot read a word of those alien textbooks!"
He grabbed his backpack and marched off to find Valerie, claiming he needed a tutor. The excuse didn't fool anybody.
I watched him go and asked, curious, "Lucas, what you said in the car… was that actually true? Is Valerie really your wife in the future?"
Lucas turned to me, suddenly dead serious. "Ste
