Going Solo — Alan Tucker

As a member of the Heisenberg family, I was taught to value analytics and the doctrines of logical thought. The life I've led for the past year or more, however, has been one that makes Dorothy's Oz look like a sedate convention of elderly physicists. Now, a bit like that lost and forlorn Kansas girl, I'm on a mission to bring a scarecrow and a brain together. Only, instead of the scarecrow as a companion, I have the brain. Kim's core programming is lodged within a sleek, new time machine that is easy on the eyes, but atrocious in the gas mileage department. Nothing short of a load of antimatter will do to get us where we need to go. Fortunately, our path forward seems as easy to follow as Dorothy's. Pick up the fuel and get Kim installed in her star. Yet, my experiences as a time traveling agent have shown me one thing above all else. Even yellow brick roads are littered with cavernous potholes.