We left for an hour’s walk at a quarter of five. We went on a familiar timed route that takes one hour. When we got back, it was a quarter of seven. Neither of us has the slightest unusual memory. But it’s a walk we take two or three times a week and have for the past 5 years. The timing of it is exact to within a few minutes. So what happened to us? Ironically, I am writing a book now that involves missing time, and was working on a chapter about this very subject just before it happened. Who knows what this world really is, and who we really are? I have not the slightest idea, frankly. But it ain’t Kansas anymore, that’s for sure.