Oh boy…

The last thing I remember, I was standing in the lab with a yo-yo in my hand.

Then the accelerator fired.

Now I’m leaping through time, one life at a time; and apparently, this yo-yo came along for the ride.

I’ve learned a few things about leaping: you never know where you’re going to land, who you’re going to be, or what kind of situation you’ll have to figure your way out of.

The yo-yo helps.

Maybe it’s the rhythm. Maybe it’s the focus. Maybe there’s something about throwing a stringed piece of metal through the fourth dimension that Ziggy hasn’t quite figured out yet.

Every leap is different. Every throw is different. But somehow, the string always brings me back.

Until I find my way home, I’ll keep leaping, looping, learning new tricks, and probably confusing a few people along the way.

Oh boy. Here we go again.