"I don't believe it," said Martha in a voice that spoke the opposite.
"The plate was yellow with black number; two digits, a space, and three digits. I don't remember the last three numbers but the first two were forty-five."
"Go on," I prompted.
"The people were dressed in old fashioned clothes. The women had long skirts and the men overhauls. It was summer. I started to move along the sidewalk and an old man stepped out of a doorway and passed right through me! I couldn't believe it and nearly fell! It was obvious no one was aware of me; I wasn't there to any of them." He turned to Martha. "Could I have a glass of water?" Martha knocked over her chair as she rushed to the kitchen.
In her brief absence I described how Howie squirmed and twisted while sleeping. He nodded his head and asked how long he slept. I had recorded twenty-one minutes.
"It's too bad it didn't keep going," Betsy said as Martha returned.
"Quinn's experiment is very important to him. He's run it all summer," Martha said, handing Howie a glass. "It's a shame he isn't hearing this but he'll be tied up in his room all evening recording results of his tests." She looked to Howie to continue.
"There was a barber shop and I could see a calendar on the wall but I couldn't quite read it. I reached for the door, but my hand passed through it. At first I pulled back but then I sort of pushed forward and found I could pass right in!" We shook our head in awe. "I have to tell you, it was really weird."
"Did you get close enough to read the calendar?" I asked.
Howie smiled. "It read, 'Croft's Feed, Alder's Bridge, West Virginia! It was July, 1932."
Betsy clapped. "That's fantastic! Do you think the earlier visions were the same time period?"
"The clothing looked the same. I bet it was."
We searched unsuccessfully for a map of the West Virginia. Betsy was frustrated; anxious to learn if the town of Alder's Bridge existed. Wireless Internet was not available at the cabin and our computer had no means for a telephone hook-up.
Betsy wouldn't give up and began to telephone a coworker in New York. Howie nearly panicked. He reiterated his concern about anyone outside our group learning of what we were doing. Only after a promise to adhere to her commitment did Howie feel comfortable with Betsy making the call. The fellow worker promised to dig around and telephone back. In the meantime Betsy interrogated Howie relentlessly about any remembered details.