Daniel grabbed some half and half out of the little icebox below the coffeepot and splashed some in, then handed it over to Mr. Shapiro. One of his favorite things about having this office was being able to make his own coffee and store his lunches away from the science experiment that was the departmental break room.

For himself, he added just a dash of sugar and stirred, then sat down behind the desk.

"That's the last year I remember before I arrived here. I was born in 1918, so I'm either thirty-seven or a hundred and seven," Daniel agreed, and toasted with his coffee cup before taking a sip.