* * * * * _March 3, 65_: TO THE EMPEROR: The city is engulfed, my Caesar! I shall die fighting the flames. But what of you, my Emperor? I shall pray to the Gods that you be spared my fate. (signed) Papirius, CAPTAIN OF POLICE * * * * * _March 3, 65_: TO THE EX-CAPTAIN OF POLICE: The Gods be damned--I'm getting the hell out of Rome! NERO, Imp. * * * * * _April 1, 2631_: Dear Diary: Myers has seen to it for my transfer. Oh, he's clever and all that to keep the fact hidden that I used the time-grapple. But I can't see what all the fuss is about. We corrected the time stress before anything critical could happen. The way he carries on you'd think we did something (I, that is) that would go down in history. A ridiculous thought, but then Myers is a physicist and you know what suspicious natures they have.... I often wonder though how the games did turn out that afternoon....