The scrape of page was musty, and not made of the usual sort of pulp paper found in books around here. It was crumpled in the gutter among the other debris and detritus that remained as the flood waters receded. Something about it drew the eye. I snatched it up, smoothed it out, and began to read:
With your transit device in hand, we welcome you to this elite branch of Scouting.
You will learn to be good custodians of Time, balancing the urge to act against the need to know what action is best.
Of course, there are risks involved too. The obvious urge to mess with one’s own Grandparents is obvious, and easy to avoid. But how well do you really know your family tree?
Before embarking on the flow of time, you will take an oath to make only changes that you can justify to authorities.
While traveling you enjoy some perks. You will be harder to injure. You will have an emergency escape
I turned at looked at the scene around me. Somewhere, someone had to be responsible. Now I knew someone had been meddling. It was time to begin to lay my trap.