At 4:37am, Saturday, February 11, the discovery was made. The couple of explorers looked at each other. Each understanding the bond of absolute secrecy they had to keep. They nodded in agreement as Mr. I made his way around their lab. They knew they were seeing history. Not history being made, but actual history. This was not a reenactment. This was not time travel. This was seeing back in time. They were observing an event that took place many years ago. That was the next mystery. How many years ago was it? How many rotations of the earth? How does a particular routine tie into a formula that reveals history? How could this even be? Was it a mistake? No. This is a real event that could have been seen before. It was like replaying a video tape over. Somewhere in the atmosphere, magnetic waves, lasers, and computer programs have captured an ancient image.
Dana wondered. “Can we do it again? Can we do it somewhere else?”
Deuce just stood back and tried to take it all in. Deuce looked into the face of discovery. Deuce looked into the face of history. He recognized them for what they were but not for all they were.