William Johanson III. Yes, that's it. That's my name. Today would be my 200th birthday had I still been alive. However, it wasn't like death was a new thing to me, having been dead for the past one hundred sixty seven years. It was an odd thing that caused my death. It made an interesting story that might have someday even become a book. But that was impossible since almost no one knew even parts of the story, much less the whole thing. But I will still tell you what happened, even if no one else will ever know. It was the year 2005, when I was thirty three years old. It was that year that I discovered the most wonderful and yet also the most horrible thing.
The secret of time.