After a long day’s work, when the world was dim, Our friend Pamela, sought solace. She’d log onto the Internet, a digital retreat. Where comfort and connection would meet. Time Travel Institute’s BBS, a divine haven, A place where souls can intertwine, Each keystroke, an adventure, A portal to the unknown. Among the pages, discussions, But one particular soul would catch her eye. Unique between all. John Titor, the time traveler. Their interactions on the BBS, a delight. In the quiet of cyberspace, they’d converse through the night. Sharing thoughts and questions. Their connection, a treasure that would endure. Pamela’s refuge from the world, a comforting embrace, Where her heart would sway, A boundless sanctuary. In the glow of her screen, at the end of the day.
