A curious tale of time-travel The night was oven-hot. Thor, my Great Dane, was panting in a corner, and occasionally growling to himself. I was alone in the house. So I thought. Thus, when I heard a tentative cough from nearby I looked up in surprise—and my jaw dropped. I stared unbelievingly at the face before me. For, feature for feature, it was my own! “Well,” said the intruder. “So it worked. I’ve conquered time!” The dog barked.
