Jack couldn’t get away with being a student. This wasn’t the right era for people his apparent age to return to school. He hadn’t bothered to affect an accent either, so he firmly sounded American. Oxford tended to be a little more discriminatory as to whom it accepted as students or allowed to teach.

It never bothered Jack to stretch the truth. He was a fantastic con man…despite not remembering a good two years of that con man life. He had stopped bothering to look for it. There were too many times, too many dimensions, and his current job took up too much of his honestly infinite time.

“Your research. Your interests. I have an opportunity for you.” Jack went straight to recruitment. “I promise, I’m not being cheeky. Yet.”