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The Beginning Of A Journey Home
Jim Jacobson returns with Julie Jamison to Hadleynburg, Virginia
It was the night before Jim Jacobson was to leave the rehab facility. He had packed his things and had said his goodbyes, and he was restless and couldn’t sleep. He sat on the edge of the bed and contemplated whether he was making the right decision, running the arguments through his mind one more time. Another patient named Serge, with whom he had often engaged in conversation, approached him, also walking with a cane.
“So, you are leaving tomorrow, my friend, Mr Jacobson?” he spoke with a mild Russian accent.
“Yes, I’m going back to Virginia tomorrow, another life, another world, another timeline,” Jim responded. ‘I feel like I have been on an errand in the wilderness!”
“You sound a little uncertain,” he said.
“It’s like an experiment. You would appreciate this as an engineer. I want to see if time is linear, or if it’s all a creation of our brains.”
“That sounds a little complicated,” Serge responded.
“I know all about time now, and I’ve been trying to understand how the brain works,” Jim asserted.
He lifted a book on neurophysiology from the corner of his bed.
