The next week was a time of developing a routine in 1856: get up, go to school, ace my very easy homework, help Rob and Susan write our daily report, do some housekeeping tasks, and wind down for the night. After a week of being here, it was time to briefly visit New Seattle and restock on some things. Rob, Susan, and I collectively decided we wouldn't spend the night in 2108, but we would be there for a few hours to regain our energy to travel back to our assigned time. Being back in modern civilization was great and all, but I was ready to get back to the serenity and simplicity of the southern countryside. Before leaving, Susan asked Dan, "Any updates on the WPA counter agents?" "No," Dan said, "it has been completely silent on the other end. The EPA's government and the WPA have totally denied any interference with our missions in those times, although we know they have intercepted our work in the present time. Don't let your guard down and don't believe their bull crap." I could tell Dan was frustrated by the idea of mission interference. If any mission failed, our boss had to answer to the main "CEO" of the WCO, who also happened to be the president of the Allied States. The country and WCO were so closely tied that you could consider the WCO a branch of legislation, although the states were a unitary form of government. I just hoped that in 3 weeks everything would go smoothly.