Prologue - Ian

What's on my glasses?  Is that Jam?  How did it get there?  I don't eat jam.  Man, this is weird.  Jam on my glasses........... hmm...Maybe it got there when I was running from the Rhino.  Or was it earlier, on the Motorcycle ride over?  But then why wouldn't I have noticed it before?  Could I have gotten it in the future?  Do I even say that, or should it be "will I get it in the future?".  Time travel is so confusing.  It doesn't matter.  I knew I shouldn't have trusted those recruitment officers.  Oh, I'm sorry.  You must be horribly confused.  Perhaps I should just start at the beginning........