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I doubt they remember us after so long.
They didn't have much to remember about us in the first place.
Yes, it's been quite nearly two years since our first appearance.
Ah yes, I remember it like it was yesterday...
It was yesterday. Or was it tomorrow?
Hard to say at this stage.

So many things have happened since we last spoke. The riddles, the ciphers, the mystery... Many of them have solved it, Doctor Surlee. They know your past, or rather your future -- but there are still many pieces missing.

Something old.
Something new.
Something borrowed.
Something blue.

It's as if they've hit a dead end. The pieces are there, but what is left to solve? What great significance does this date have? But you've figured that out by now, I'm sure. It's how you've avoided so many anomalies caused by the stone you threw into the water.

He hasn't yet discovered that the wave is always there, whether he sees or not. Sometimes it's a ripple... This month, for certain, it is a tidal wave.

I tried logging onto my old terminal at the facility, though of course it wouldn't be connected with my employment no longer being... Well, existent, in this timeline. Terminal #26. Rather ironic how the Tooniverse seems to line all of this up, but I wouldn't expect any less from a cartoon.

He did not know who you were, nor who I am. That paragraph is pointless.
Pointless to him, but not to them.
You always were obsessed with experiments.
You can't blame me for having a bit of fun, that's all we can do anymore.

You still don't know who we are, doctor, nor do they -- but one day it will all be clear. Think of us as a narrative of your little adventure; a beam of hope that you are not alone in your experiment; a cruel foreshadowing that we know what is to come.

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Tell my colleagues we said hello. Until next time.