July 16, 2002
He said he couldn't make lunch today, that he had an appointment. A meeting. Why would he say such a thing? He never goes to meetings at lunch. I waited by the newsstand outside his building. If he didn't come out, I would have to call. But I could tell he'd be out. I just know him that well. So when he appeared at 12:20, I was ready. I had a metrocard and small bills depending on what transportation he took. But then she appeared. The fake redhead. I followed their matching labcoats to Time Café. Where we're meeting tomorrow.