“…Andmay I introduce the newest member of our staff starting thissemester, the new head of our music department, Doctor ErinTownsend.”
Later,Doctor Henry Jones the Fifth, to those that didn’t know the truth,and Doctor J. Thomas Magnus, both of the History department werewalking down one of the many paths that crisscrossed over EmpireState University.
“Somethingwrong, Jack?” Jones finally broke the silence that had been overthe two collegues and friends since the faculty meeting.
“Indy,you were what? Forty-two when Casablanca came out?” The man who,in another world, would have been a Major in the United StatesMilitary answered.
“Yeah,it was only about… four years after the whole thing with the HolyGrail, why?”
“…Ofall the universities in the whole country, she had to come teach atthis one!” Jack paraphrased Rick from Casablanca before suddenlyspinning and punching a tree hard enough to visibly shake it.
“Itake it you know Dr. Townsend?” Indy asked with a half-grin. Hehad gotten used to his much younger friend’s habit of overdoingthings.
“Knowher?” Jack scoffed, “No. It’s worse than that, I used todate her.”
“Holdon, Jack, when was this?”
Jackturned to lean back against the tree, crossed one arm over his chestand put the other to his head in thought, “Almost five… sixyears ago now, I was still a Frontliner when she left me.”
“So,”Indy leaned against a second tree, “What are you planning to doabout it?”
“‘Do’?Indy, you’ve known me for four years now, I plan to do what I’vealways done, have a stiff one and beat some bad guys to pulps, thenthank Heaven that my students are as accepting of my excuses as I amof their’s.”
Yeah,Indy thought, that’s what you do alwa Continue reading