To Think Differently
But knowing where and when the Black Bible had been previously doesn't make me instantly want to teleport away in order to claim it for myself.
As tempting that might have been, there is actually no need for me to do anything immediately, given that that everything does work itself out in the end, at least until the time that I eventually come face to face with George Collins in 1990.
More correctly to say, coming face to face with myself in the 1990 this time around. I would be George instead. That is quite freaky.
Moreover, I am probably under surveillance of the cult at the moment, as indicated by Pauline. Those hidden passageways scatter throughout the house as well.
My mother is under surveillance too, but honestly, what can a Satanic Cult really turn about watching my mother going about her daily routine? Other than the fact that she is quite a milf, of course.