Some believe Time has been murdered. What once was linear is now uncertain. The spatial dimensions are adrift and unruled; even Tenses vie to be foremost. ∞ Others think Time is gravely wounded or missing, and hope yet remains. Constants the same and variables rearranged. ∞Me? Oh, we will meet again as we always do - in this prison that was once my palace. ∞Finding herself between your Tayl and my Tale is our Minim; the one you name Serib and I Syrib.