It had been twenty years since the crash. We look very much like the locals, so the prosthetic disguise was easy enough to maintain; they even have costume shops where you can buy the materials.
I was getting out of my car at the bowling alley when the two agents walked up. At first I thought it was a mugging. “The black blossoms along the river in Challach City were beautiful this spring,” one of them said conversationally.
I stopped in my tracks, almost dropped my bowling ball bag. For a moment i had mixed emotions: tonight was the finals.