Prologue
| Ron: | Last Poems, eh? Aren't we talking about the works of a bloke that croaked? |
| Lily: | Maybe. The chronology is mixed up. Perhaps several authors are involved? |
| Ron: | Or simply a nut claiming to travel through time? |
| Lex: | Anyway, let's cut the babble and take a peek at this stuff. |
| Linda: | Why not? Time is ours for the moment . . . |
