Her girlfriend carried a slightly warped frying pan to the wobbly, chipped wooden table and placed a fried egg on top of some minced meat. Then she sat down.,His blood was simmering, his heart pounding with newfound strength. Deep within him, a yearning burned; he believed with every fiber of his being that his journey through time held purpose.,Although this world is vastly different from another, there are still discernible patterns in the development of certain things.。