Catherine left the office she was using at the Kingsman Institute. As of lately, she was spending at least as much time there as she’d been at her office at the university. Last night she hadn’t gotten as much rest as planned. She’d been restless, with one thought after another entering her mind. She had a meeting at work later this afternoon, which she couldn’t miss. Before that, she’d get to spend twenty-four hours in the past.
She was still sometimes surprised at her new thought process when it came to time travel. She proceeded down the hall and got a few amused looks. The amusement didn’t come because of the cumbersome metal backpack unit she wore. Everyone had gotten used to seeing her walking around under its load. Today"s amusement came more from her clothing.
Catherine wore mili
