Jacob was supposed to meet with Dr. Paddock on Thursday morning to hand over his research from the trip and to discuss his dissertation progress, or, in this particular case, his lack thereof. Jacob had picked up the rental car and driven to Princeton on Saturday. The plan was to spend Monday at the Princeton collection, then take the short drive down to Bryn Mawr in the evening. He had spent Tuesday morning at the Cananday, still on schedule and according to plan. However, as we know, things had gone a bit awry from there. He was supposed to have returned to Ohio late that Tuesday evening but ended up staying an extra night, what with him getting sucked into the rift in the time/space continuum and all. Still, returning Wednesday afternoon and making the Thursday meeting was still reasonably in play had he not left the book full of poems Rossetti had not written yet in a walk in closet at her brother’s house. Had this gone smoothly, he might have still made the meeting with Padd...