“Yup, there was a briefcase with a button and a note from you, telling me not to tell you.”
I nodded, “Same here. I told myself I have to invent that now, for Novikov consistency.”
She asked, “Any idea how?”
“Not a clue.” But then I thought of something, “You know, there was a letter in Modern Physics yesterday which made me think. I should go have a look at that again.” I didn’t worry about it immediately, we stayed in bed and hugged for a while. That was nice.
When we got to the living room, the briefcase wasn’t there, but the note was. I’d put it down when I was me two, before following me three into the bedroom.