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Nigel wasn’t able to go back to the field until the war ended around a year later. Even then, he had some duties to be carried out before...

He was semi-napping in his tent, backpack under his head, one early morning. He’d been reading, but now he was just watching the light...

Mateo realized he was gripping Nigel’s jacket pretty hard and Nigel hadn’t been speaking for a while, and he was looking pretty scared...

Nothing of historical importance happened the next day, unless you counted Mateo being so giddy from success and lack of sleep that he...

Nigel arrived back to pandemonium among the post office chaps with Flowers. Mateo was in the middle of it, having a spirited discussion...

Nigel wanted to return to the Cotswolds. Things had slowed down, while the Station X powers that be and presumably the War Cabinet...

Nigel tried to sleep, which didn’t work. The only thing to do, that Nigel could think of, anyway, was to ignore the wormhole and the...

Avi got particle accelerator time the day after Colette shot the note through. Maybe it was too soon for Mateo to have found it, or maybe...

Nigel lay in his bunk, and wasted his time staring at the dark ceiling. One of the post office assemblers had called the new machine,...

They prioritized finishing the two-tape monster over any new vacuum tube thing, which drove Mateo crazy. He knew that was probably the...

A year. Nigel wasn’t such an optimist that he thought the war would be over by then, at least not how he wanted it to be over. He also...

Nigel had asked to go with him on a hike, which was a sure bet he wanted to talk about weird time travel stuff. For a guy who would work...

Autumn came. Nigel was beginning to wonder if Mateo really would be able to do anything beyond work as a skilled technician. In his...

Mateo decided he was settling in. That didn’t mean he was going to forget anything smart he’d learned back home. But if he was here, he...

It was really spring when they both had the time to spare. Gas was rationed, like everything but air, so Nigel suggested the train. Mateo...

Mateo seemed astonishingly well-adjusted to living in another time entirely, and another country on top of that. He’d settled into...

He kept working into summer — what passed for summer — through fall, and now it was definitely winter. Winter here meant rain and the sun...

So that’s what they did. Mateo saw Turing in the distance a few times, so that was cool. About a month in, it started to feel pretty...

This time he woke to seven AM by the wall clock and Nigel poking him. He wondered if he’d been dreaming, but he rolled over and almost...