Prohibited from contacting anyone after the meeting, Jane waited until she was on the plane, then sent a text to Lauren with her flight number. 

An hour ago Jane was with Dr. Clarke, the closest thing to a father figure she had ever known, in his lecture hall. Although estranged, he had invited her to Berkeley to witness his demonstration of time travel. Now, instead of celebrating his breakthrough, she was outside his lab, looking at Clarke’s dead body. Where was the time probe?

I was doing research on a SF story I am writing. I was looking for information on the speed the solar system revolves around the Milky Way.

Did you ever have a few lines of poetry running through your head, but had completely forgotten where they came from?

I have only been a member of the Comox Valley Writers Society for three months but I had taken up the challenge to write, and read a short, one-page, Christmas story on a childhood Christmas dinner.