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That’s right, chapter TWO!!! Chapter 1 here.

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Chapter 2: Poncho

Monday, January 16, 2012, 11:38:12 AM, New York City, New York:

The man with no name stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind himself. The apartment was dimly lit, but warm, and felt nice compared to the cold outside. The butterfly flew off of his shoulder and onto an empty shelf on the wall. It was clear that no one lived here, or at least not for very long. A layer of dust covered everything in the room. He coughed a little, trying not to breathe too much of it in. There was a scattering of newspapers, New York Times issues, on a cabinet near the door. He looked down and read the dates. The first was from June 5, 1963. The second was only a few months later, September 8. The third was a gap of five years, August 3, 1968. The next was January 5, 2012. And on top, the only newspaper that wasn’t the Times – it was the San Francisco Chronicle – was dated May 6, 1987.

Then the room spoke, with the same voice that the door had used. “One message waiting.”

“Play it,” he said, and then he coughed again. In the middle of the room, the television flickered on. He sat down on the folding chair in front of it. There was a man on the screen. He was looking at himself, something he only knew because when the man on the screen started to speak, he spoke with the same voice as the man watching him. But there was something different – the tone in the message was not the same as the voice that played in his head. The voice in his head was calm, maybe a little suspicious or paranoid, but generally calm. The voice in the recording was anxious and almost terrified.

“Hey,” he said, his face reflecting the terror and urgency in his voice, “I don’t have a whole lot of time to explain. But I’m you, I’m the only who put the note in your pocket, I’m the one who put the wood plank in the alley. That was all me, all you.”

He flicked some switches on the console in front of him and a little of the urgency left his voice as the background lighting changed from red to periwinkle. “There, that’s a bit better.” And then the lighting changed back and the panic returned. “Wait, no, no, no! Ah, damn it! I’m running out of time. Ha, that’s ironic, you’ll get why in a bit. But never mind that right now. Your memory was wiped, yeah? If everything went according to plan. But you don’t know why, because guess what? Your memory was wiped. Quite a tidy little package. So you don’t know who wiped it, you have no idea where you are, where you were, you don’t even know your name.

“Well, I can at least answer one of those questions. My name is Allen Carpenter, which means yours is, too.” He chuckled, almost sadly, and said, “Annie always used to call me a tongue-tied square. I think I’m going to miss that.” He sighed, even more sadly. “I hope to whatever God there may be that she is safe, or at the very least, alive. But right now, you have one concern. You need to find Joshua Kingpin, all right? He’s someone you can trust. He’ll help you. But he’s not in New York, don’t even waste your time looking for him there. Joshua Kingpin lives in San Francisco, 1987. That’s why that newspaper’s there. But don’t go in May like the newspaper says, they’ll be looking for you there, that’s exactly where they expect you to go.”

The lights in the message changed color again, and Allen Carpenter again became even more panicked. “Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn! They found me. Find Joshua Kingpin, 1987. He’ll give you Poncho. Poncho will know what to do from there. I’m out of time. Good luck, Allen.” And the message fizzled out.

“Wait, wait, I have questions!” the man, apparently Allen Carpenter, shouted at the television, “How do I get to 1987? Where in San Francisco is Joshua Kingpin? Who’s Poncho?” But the questions went unanswered. He leaned back into the folding chair. A bit too far, because it fell over, and he hit his head on the floor. This day just keeps getting better, he thought sarcastically. He rolled over and sat on the floor, rubbing the back of his head. He closed his eyes lightly, starting to get a little frustrated.

Then he heard a quiet mewling. He opened his eyes and looked all over the room. “What’s… it’s too dark in here, where are the lights?”

The room spoke again. “Lights on,” and the lights turned on.

Now that he could see, he could see that there wasn’t much to see. The room he was in was the entire apartment, which had next to nothing in it. Just the television, the folding chair, the lone shelf with the butterfly on it, and the cabinet with newspapers on it. And three doors – the one he came in, and two others. So whatever it was that was mewling had to be behind one of the other two, because it certainly wasn’t outside, he knew that for sure. He stood up and checked the first door, the one to the left of the exterior door. He opened it and peeked outside. Nothing much there – a lit hallway, with one door on either side, and a staircase at the end of the hallway. Nobody out there. So he closed the door. Time to check the other one. He put his hand on the knob and tried to turn it, but it was locked.

Okay, maybe the talking room knows. Allen raised his eyebrow curiously. “Talking room,” he said aloud, feeling a little ridiculous, “what’s on the other side of this door?”

“The Chrono-traverser and two life signs, identified as Harris and Cyprus,” the room responded.

The idea that he was not alone was a little… it made his uneasy. After all, there were still people after him, weren’t there? Had they gotten here before him? “Who are Harris and Cyprus?” Allen asked.

“Species information is code-locked. Please state code.”

“Well, I don’t know the code,” he said, frustration growing still, “Can you at least tell me, generally, are they people or what?”

“The physical structure of the life forms Harris and Cyprus is feline.”

Okay, good, they weren’t whoever it was that was after him. He breathed a sigh of relief. But then… the room had mentioned something else. The… “What about… what was it… the ‘Chrono-traverser?’”

“Data concerning the Chrono-traverser is code-locked. Please state code.”

“And again with the code,” he sighed in irritation, “What are you, anyway?”

“I am the computer system, the Vocally Activated Mechanized Industrial-Grade Computer Apparatus. I was dubbed as V.A.M.I.C.A., or ‘Vamica’, by Mr. Allen Delaney Carpenter. Date of manufacture, March 16, 3056. Date of installation, April 17, 2004,” the voice said.

“So… what?” he said, not entirely understanding, “Are you built into the room?”

“My range of interface extends from the Chrono-traverser into the immediate area surrounding it.”

And again with the Chrono-traverser. This thing had to be important, whatever it was. “Can you unlock the door to the room with the Chrono-traverser in it?”

“The Chrono-traverser locks are not accessible through the computer interface. The Chrono-traverser can be entered with the correct key.”

Key. He had all these pockets, in his coat, in his pants, there had to be a key in one of them. He stuck his hand in each pocket – first his front pants pockets, then the back. Then the inside pockets of his coat. In the lower right hand inner pocket, there was… something. Cold and metal, with a jagged edge. Well, that sure felt like a key to him. He pulled it out and held it up. “Is this it?”

Vamica scanned the key with a bluish-green light. “That is the correct key.” Great! Allen walked over to the door and put the key in the lock, turning it right, then left, then right again without even thinking. It just happened, like instinct or habit. He just knew. What a weird way to unlock a door, he thought to himself, realizing that was what he’d done, why did I do that? How did I know that? He opened the door, and then stopped dead in his tracks. There was a tiger. A tiger! Coming towards him.

Allen’s muscles tensed and he stood completely still, practically nailed to the floor, hands frozen at his sides. But the tiger didn’t attack him. Didn’t bite, didn’t claw, didn’t growl, snarl, roar. Didn’t bare its terrible teeth or even sniff him. Instead, it nuzzled its head under Allen’s left hand and made an effort to pet itself. Allen loosened up a little, hearing the purring sound coming from the tiger, feeling its fur under his hand. He started to rub the big cat’s ears gently, trying not to do anything to upset the creature. The tiger purred a little more intensely. Allen smiled a little. He hadn’t just… he hadn’t just tamed this tiger, had he? No, he couldn’t have, not right now. Maybe before, before his memory was wiped, he had made this tiger his own, domesticated it just like a house cat. Well, a house cat that could claw someone’s eyes out. He bent down to the tiger’s eye level, rubbing its face and head more. Then he saw the tag at its neck. “Cyprus.”

“Oh, so you’re Cyprus,” Allen said, realizing now, “Are you my pet, big guy?” The tiger simply continued to purr and closed its eyes contentedly. With one final rub, Allen stood up. He saw the butterfly fly into the room and settle down in a hole in the wall.

Was this really a room, though, or was the whole thing the Chrono-traverser? Or was the whole apartment? He looked over the entire room. The floor, the first thing to catch his eye, held every color imaginable, constantly in motion, each color ever merging with the others, creating something completely new. Then the wall, which was an almost reflective blue green, with little silver diamond shapes scattered over its surface. There was an archway, the next thing to catch his eye, on the wall, he couldn’t see into it. And finally, what he could only assume was the power source for this whole thing. It looked like fire contained in a column of glass, with the floor beneath it akin to a sunset orange sky-scape. And what he guessed was the control console for the whole thing. There were so many switches and buttons and levers and things he couldn’t even figure out what they were, much less what they did. This was his? Did he know how to work all of this, how to manipulate this console to do… whatever it was the Chrono-traverser did? What did it do, anyway? Perhaps it was in the name. First, “chrono-”, which meant “time.” Okay. Then “traverse”, which meant “to travel.”

What the hell, he was in a time machine! At this point, he was really hoping that bump on his head when he hit the floor wasn’t making him hallucinate. Just to make sure, though, he pinched the skin inside his elbow. Ow. Yeah, he wasn’t hallucinating.

He walked closer to the archway, and a small black and white cat trotted out from the dark room. It stopped at Allen’s feet and meowed, then it rubbed against his leg, purring a little. Allen bent down and pet the cat back, looking also at the tag at its neck: “Harris.” “Hello, Harris,” he said softly, as the cat continued to rub itself against his leg and hand. Allen stood back up and went into the archway.

“Lights,” he said aloud to the room, assuming that the lights would come on as they did before, and they did. Inside the room under the archway, there were three beds, one human, two pet. Well, one human, one cat, one tiger. The tiger bed was probably just a dog bed for a really big dog. Because you can’t exactly go to the pet store to get supplies for a tiger.

This was his room. This was his space. To any normal person, their room invokes a sense of calm and relaxation. That’s their space, of course, it’s where they can be themselves. But he didn’t know who “himself” was. Every little clue in this room was vital to his own identity. Who was he? He didn’t know the answer, but it was clear that this room did.

The walls of the room curved, it was almost like standing in a cylinder, or a sphere with the top and bottom chopped off to make a flat floor and ceiling. The floor was orange. Didn’t match the rest of the room at all. The human bed came out of the wall on his left, with a two-tiered table on the left side of that. On the upper shelf of the table there was a computer console, with sort of a keyboard at the base that helped it to stay upright. Idle as the computer was, the display simply mirrored the floor outside the archway, colors swirling around each other. There was a book on the lower level – “The Star Rover” by Jack London. But there wasn’t a bookmark in it. It was almost like it had been placed there but not read. Not read recently, anyway, because the spine was cracked and the pages had clearly been thumbed many times before. Just not very recently.

On the far back wall there was a book shelf, with three shelves. The bottom shelf was the tallest and the sturdiest – it held textbooks, history, science, and some others he couldn’t work out. The second shelf had some thumbed science fiction books, like “The War of the Worlds,” “A Princess of Mars”, “A Journey to the Interior of the Earth,” “1984”, plus dozens of others, by dozens of other authors. The top shelf, however, seemed to be the most favored. The spines had been cracked in several places, and the covers were so worn that they felt the same as the pages they bound. Looking at them, all the books on this shelf had one thing in common: they were all written by Jack London. “The Call of the Wild,” “White Fang”, “The Sea-Wolf”, “The Iron Heel,” “Martin Eden,” a hole, probably where “The Star Rover” had been, plus at least 20 other books. Fiction, non-fiction, poetry, plays. The shelf was crammed with Jack London.

The wall on the right had a television screen on it, with several controls on either side. It could probably be controlled remotely with the console on the table next to the bed. Also on the right was a closet. But not exactly a closet, because it looked like a wall had just been knocked out and there was a room on the other side of that wall. The room that was now a closet was significantly smaller than the room under the archway. On the right hand side of the closet there was clothes. His own on the left side, with a big tote under that, and shoes on the floor. And a pair of fuzzy novelty slippers – yellow ducks. What kind of man was he, that he owned fuzzy duck slippers? More importantly, did they quack with every footfall?

On the right side of the closet with clothes was women’s clothing. Or, at the very least, all of the clothing on the right was too small to be his own. And a number of red shirts. Red really wasn’t his color, so they definitely weren’t his shirts. There were shirts of other colors, too, but again, they were too small to be his.

Opposite the wall with clothing space was what looked like refrigeration units, or some sort of food preservation units, of various sizes. One, the largest, held a massive side of beef. Like someone had managed to cook the entire torso of a cow. Since no normal person could conceivably eat that in one sitting, that had to be for the tiger. In another unit there were two loaves of bread. In another, there was a sizable bunch of bananas, perfectly yellow. In another there was nothing at first glance, but when he looked closer, there was a fly in there. Suspended in midair. Not flapping its wings or moving in any way. Just hanging there. Beneath each of the units, the full and the empty, there was a little screen that read, “Temporal stasis engaged.” So all of this perishable food, and the fly, were locked in time, preserving their freshness because they were time locked. Given that he was currently in a time machine, this made sense to him, so as cool as the concept was his reaction to it was disappointingly less than amazed. And then there was just a pantry-like space with cans of cat food and a massive jar of peanut butter and some unlabeled cans.

This time machine wasn’t just his vehicle, it was home. No wonder the apartment outside wasn’t lived in, he lived here. This was home. This was where he lived. And it was all a part of who he was, who he hadn’t known himself to be. A time traveler who likes books, especially Jack London, owns and cares for a tiger and a cat, likes peanut butter and bananas, and live with a woman. Where was she? Who was she? Was she okay, wherever she was?

Well, now that he knew who he was and had settled that feeling of unease in his mind, it was probably best that he got back to the task at hand, which was working out how to get to 1987 to find Joshua Kingpin, to find Poncho. So he walked out of the archway and closer to the console, the cat Harris sticking to his heels. There was a piece of paper sticking to the engine (what he figured was the engine), and he pulled it off and read it. At the top was a header, like this was a business piece of paper. There was a logo, like two Es back to back, and beside it, the letters “PKI.” And scribbled in pen underneath that, in the same characters that were on the wood plank outside, there was a note: “Something’s not right here…”

Well, that was certainly suspicious. What had he meant by “something’s not right?” And he assumed, rightly so, that he had written the note because he’d written the same characters on the wood plank and the message in his pocket. What hadn’t been right about it? And who were they, anyway? What was PKI? Was it even a “they?” Was it an “it?” He had no clue, not even an inkling of an idea. “Vamica,” he asked the computer, “what does ‘PKI’ mean?”

“‘PKI’ stands for ‘Patton-Kirth Industries’, a New York-based company that began in April of 2000.”

“A company? Okay, what do they do? What do they make?”

“Patton-Kirth Industries computers are unavailable for interface. No information is available.”

“Big help you are,” Allen scoffed sarcastically.

Maybe he should just focus on one thing at a time right now. He told himself in that message that he needed to get to Joshua Kingpin in 1987, that he had Poncho and that Poncho would know what to do. He had already managed to answer the question of how he would get to 1987 from 2012, given that he was in a time machine. But that still left a bunch of questions unanswered. Who was Joshua Kingpin? How would he know him when he saw him? Who, or maybe what, was Poncho? Certainly a strange name for a person. But given that today he had woken up without his memory, followed a strange scent to a wood plank in an alleyway that told him in an alien language to find an invisible staircase, and at the top of an invisible staircase was a talking computer system, a time machine, and a domesticated tiger, he hadn’t ruled out the possibility that Poncho could be anything. This had been a pretty crazy day so far, and it was far from over.

So now he had to address the issue of getting to 1987. Yes, the fact that he was in a time machine did simplify matters quite a bit, but there was still the problem of not knowing how to make the time machine get him to 1987 San Francisco. “One more question,” he said to the computer, “does this thing have, like, an autopilot or something? I don’t know how to control it.”

“The Chrono-traverser is able to pilot itself if the coordinates of the intended destination are entered into the control console,” Vamica responded.

Excellent. Allen walked over to the control console and held his hand over one of the levers. Well, the fact that it had an autopilot would have been great if he knew how to enter in the coordinates. So he sighed and set his hands down on empty parts of the console. He looked up at the engine, and saw his reflection there. I guess now is as good a time as any to remind myself what I look like. So he looked at his reflection. His eyes were a pale blue shade. His hair, which ended just below his ears, was dark brown and messy, standing on end a little. He opened his mouth and looked at his teeth: Standard, they looked to be in good health. He wasn’t exactly sure why that of all things concerned him, but whatever. The fact of the matter was that his teeth were healthy and that he wouldn’t have to go looking for a dentist any time soon. And for that he was thankful. He closed his mouth and caught a glimpse of his neck. There was a silver chain hanging from it. Curious, he pulled it up and examined it closely. Attached to it was a set of dog tags. One of which, of course, had his name on it. He would have liked to know that before, but whatever. The other had an engraving on it -- “To the end of eternity, Annie”. There was also a ring, with a bright red stone on it. Who did that belong to? It certainly wasn’t his – red wasn’t his color. And who was Annie? She must have meant something to him, but he had absolutely no idea what. He tucked the chain back into his shirt and sighed. All of this was nuts. This was too much to deal with all at once. And it was starting to give him a headache.

Then the cat hopped up on the console, seemed to deliberately step on a button, and sat down on the console. It meowed at Allen again. “Hey, there, Harris,” he said to the cat, rubbing its ears. With a little bit of a scoff, he asked the cat rhetorically, “You wouldn’t happen to have any idea how to pilot this thing, would you?”

Even though the question had been rhetorical and the cat certainly couldn’t have understood him, Harris stepped on the same button as before and walked over to a rainbow spiral on the console. Harris looked down at the spiral, then back at Allen, then at the spiral, then back at Allen. So Allen ran his fingers over the spiral. Just to see what would happen. On the engine, a screen appeared that said, “Use the lever to select your destination,” with a date below it. Harris walked again to a lever on Allen’s left, being careful not to step on any of the other controls. He flicked his tail, apparently deliberately, towards the lever, then he leapt off the console and sat down at Allen’s feet, looking up at him with eyes that seemed to say, “Go on, you do it now. If a cat can pilot this thing, you can.”

Allen took the lever in his hand and nudged it to the right. The year was selected. He moved the lever upward until it came to 1987. Then he nudged it to the right again and the month was selected. He’d told himself not to go in May, because they’d be looking for him there. For some reason June didn’t feel right. What about July? That sounded okay. So he moved the lever until it came to July. To the right again. The date was selected. It was already at the sixteenth. Nothing wrong with that. So he left that the way it was. He nudged it to the right again, and the computer voice spoke again. “Please state your desired spatial location.”

“San Francisco, California.”

“Spatial location data incomplete. Please state coordinates.”

Those coordinates weren’t latitude and longitude, were they? It couldn’t possibly be that simple. Even if it were, that wouldn’t be simple because he didn’t know the latitude and longitude of San Francisco as a whole, much less a specific location there. “Well, where did I go the last time?” he asked rhetorically, knowing that those coordinates would probably still be in computer memory, “Use those coordinates.”

“Affirmative. At what time would you like to arrive on July 16, 1987?”

He couldn’t very well think his way out of that one. Well, he figured, if I don’t find him right away at whatever time I pick I guess I’ll just have to stick around until I do. “I don’t know, how about… oh, 8 PM?” Allen said uncertainly.

“Confirm, July 16, 1987, 8:00:00 PM Pacific Standard Time, San Francisco, California.”

That all sounded right. “That’s it.”

“Commencing travel.” The fire in the engine began to cycle faster and faster, and the colors on the floor, too, all coming together to form a circle of energy, going around and around faster and faster and faster. It felt like an earthquake under his feet. And that earthquake, too, started to rumble more and more, faster and faster, as the colors swirled around and around and the engine fire blazed faster and faster. And by this point Allen had had enough. I can’t take too much more of this today!! He watched Harris and Cyprus both step onto the orange floor around the console, and Allen followed their lead. After all, they remembered more than he did and probably knew what to do when time traveling. Once he stepped onto the orange floor, the feeling of the earthquake was gone.

“Stabilizers?” Allen asked rhetorically, “The floor has stabilizers in it?” Harris and Cyprus both looked at him with an expression that said, “Of course, person.”

After about 40 seconds, the room began to return to its previous state of stillness and Allen stepped off of the orange floor. He did a quick check to make sure that everything was okay, to make sure that nothing had fallen or anything. Harris and Cyprus were fine. Nothing in his room had fallen down, the food preservation units still said that the time seal was intact, the books were still neat on the shelf. Then the butterfly he’d found on the street. It was still sitting in the little hole in the wall that it had flown into when he came in. The hole wasn’t orange, so there probably weren’t any stabilizers in it. If butterflies felt like people did, then it was probably pretty shaken up. “Hey,” Allen said gently to the butterfly, “are you okay?” The butterfly just flapped its wings slowly, the antenna on its head wiggling about anxiously. “You need a name, don’t you? If you’re going to hang around here.” A butterfly wouldn’t be his weirdest pet, after all, as further evidenced by Cyprus nudging at his leg with a roll of tape in his mouth. “You read my mind, Cyprus, thank you,” Allen said to the tiger, taking the tape and pulling off a piece. He put it on the wall under the hole. Cyprus exhaled loudly through his nose, almost like he was exasperated, although by what was anyone’s guess. “What’s a good name for a butterfly?” he said quietly to himself, “What about Howard?” Sounded about right. He reached into his pocket and found a marker, and wrote “HOWARD” on the tape. How would he even go about taking care of a butterfly?

That was probably best left as a problem for another time.

The problem for now, now that he was in 1987 San Francisco, was to find Joshua Kingpin and Poncho. And how would he go about doing that? Searching through a phone book, hoping to find a number or an address? Ask people if they knew him? Just stand in one place until chance brought them together? There really was no way for him to do this and still appear to be sane. Everything just brought up a whole new set of problems. He couldn’t even ask the local police for help, because besides the fact that Joshua Kingpin probably wasn’t a missing person, he’d have to explain to the police why he was looking for him and the whole story about owning a time machine probably wouldn’t go over well.

Was there any possible way that he could find Joshua Kingpin and Poncho without interacting with anyone else? Because there would be way too many questions that he wouldn’t be able to answer. He had no idea when time machines were invented, but it probably wasn’t in 1987 San Francisco, so he’d have to talk about the concept as though it were a real thing, because it clearly was to him, but it wasn’t real to anyone else. So there’d be a lot of miscommunication about his situation. And of course people would ask him questions about himself, which would be even harder to answer because he didn’t know any of the answers. Just his name, probably not the answers to any other questions he could conceivably be asked.

Perhaps he should just throw himself into the situation and see what happened. Act like he knew what was going on and maybe people would think he actually did know what was going on. Until he came up with a better idea, that one would have to be the one he went with. “Turn all the lights off,” he said to the computer, and all the lights went out. The room was only illuminated with the now-dimmer lights in the floor and the fire in the engine. So he stepped out of the Chrono-traverser and locked the door behind him for good measure.

“Hey!” he heard someone shout some ways away from him. He looked down the alley – because he had apparently landed in an alley – to see who it was. Nobody that felt familiar. But the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and he felt his toes start to feel warm. What the hell did that mean? Just his toes, not the rest of his foot. “I think you took a wrong turn somewhere, gringo.”

He hadn’t turned anywhere, he materialized in this alley. He was about to say as much, but then he stopped. Saying that he materialized would open up way too many problems for him. So then he decided to ask these guys, because there were three of them, if they could help him. But then he stopped before he said that, too. Because he was supposed to act like he knew what he was doing, and maybe they’d believe them. So he finally decided on saying, “I did no such thing.”

Then his toes felt warm again. Warmer than before. And it was more than a little distracting.

One of the men muttered something to the guy in the middle, the one who had spoken before. Allen couldn’t tell what he said, but he did hear the name “Carlos.” And then the one who was most likely Carlos said something back, but Allen couldn’t understand what he said, either. Then he spoke to Allen again. “I think you’re lost, man,” he said. Almost sounding like a warning.

Act like you know what’s going on, act like you know… “I’m right where I want to be.” And in a way, he was – he was in San Francisco, 1987, like he wanted to be – even if he didn’t know where exactly he was.

Carlos stood toe to to with Allen. In sheer height, Allen was about half a head taller than Carlos, but he stood a little slouched, while Carlos stood tall and straight. Suddenly Carlos pulled a knife out of his pocket and held the point under Allen’s chin. “You sure about that, cabrón?”

Okay, not safe, not safe! “On second thought,” Allen said hastily, “I think you’re right. I’ll get out of your way then.” Allen turned around and ran in the other direction, out of the alley.

“Get the car!” Carlos shouted. Not good, not good, not good!

Josh Kingpin sat at the bar, scribbling in a small notebook, a glass of Coke fizzing next to him. He turned on his stool to face the room, taking a drink from the glass as he turned, then after a few moments he turned back to his notebook and scribbled some more. His scribblings were very nearly illegible, but enough that he could read them, and that truly was the point.

He glanced at his watch — 8:18. He was starting to feel like the guy was never going to come back. Josh had been coming to Roni’s place every night for the past two months, since that guy in the fedora, Allen, told him he’d be back. He would come in at around six, more or less, and stay until 8:30. If Allen came by before he got there or after he left, then Roni would let Josh know. But it had been two months, and he hadn’t been back yet.

He took another drink from the glass and emptied it. A few moments later, Roni walked by and picked up the glass, putting it in the dish bin. “You want another one, Josh?” she asked him, brushing her short brown hair before her ear.

“No, thanks, Roni, I was gonna head out in a bit,” Josh told her with a sigh. He set his pencil down and scratched the back of his neck. “I really thought I’d be back today, I was so sure. I’m starting to feel like he’s never coming back.”

“Come on, Josh, it’s July sixteenth — it hasn’t even been two whole months,” she told him, “If he said he’d be back, he will be.”

“How can you be so certain about that?” Josh asked her, “How can you know for sure he didn’t just dump Poncho on me with no intention of ever coming back?”

“I know things,” she said with a smirk, “When he came in, I could read him like a book. He’s the kind of guy who, if he says he’s gonna do something, he’ll do it.”

Josh released another sigh and picked his pencil back up, scribbling something on the page. “Hey,” Roni said to him, and looked back up at her. “You look terrible. Are you okay?”

“Just a long day, is all,” he said, shaking his head, “Ready for Friday.”

“Look, you know I’ll tell you if he shows up. Go home. Should have told you that when you came in,” she said, “Pay your tab and go.”

Josh smiled at her. “I honestly don’t know where I’d be if you didn’t look out for me.”

“Probably dead in a gutter somewhere in San Diego,” she said with a shrug.

“I’ll head out in a little bit, there’s still a little I want to write down,” he said, reaching until his pocket and pulling out a crumpled five-dollar bill.

“Yeah, well, write it and go. You’re no good to Scott or anyone else if you’re exhausted,” she said, talking the bill and walking away.

Josh set his pencil down again and looked at his watch — 8:20. Certainly nothing of note could happen in the next ten minutes. He closed his notebook and put it in the pocket of his jacket.

From outside the bar he heard squealing tires and several goading shouts in Spanish. Evidently, someone had made a wrong turn into MS-13 territory, and they had decided to chase him out. That had been happening more and more in the past several months. Probably the last time the police had arrested a bunch on MS-13 gang members there was a shift in leadership and the new guy had a different way of doing things. Then someone ran into Roni’s bar and slammed the door closed behind himself. The MS-13 guys wouldn’t follow him in, that would have been too much work just to get him out of their territory. “Yeah, and don’t come back, culero!” Josh heard one of the MS-13 guys shout after the guy who ran in. The man sheltered himself on the floor, covering his head with his arms, until he heard the MS-13 car squeal away. Then he sighed and sat up.

Josh stood and started walking towards the door, passing by the guy on the floor. “Hey,” he asked him as he passed, “you good?”

“Yeah, just…” he panted, trying to catch his breath,” … give me a minute. Let me…” He started to gently massage his feet. “These shoes are really not good for running.”

Josh looked at them. Yeah, they were really torn up. Like, maybe they’d been okay to run in at one time, but at least now the soles were shot. When looking at the shoes, Josh felt like he recognized them somehow. Then he saw the socks under them — one red, one green. And the whole situation felt even more familiar.

“I really did not expect to be running this much today!” the man said. And now Josh knew how he recognized him. He knew that voice.

“Hey, are you Allen Carpenter?” Josh asked him, just to make sure he was right.

“So I’ve been told,” the man on the floor said, “How did you know?”

Josh smiled and sighed with relief. “Hey, Roni!” he called back to her, “He came back! He just showed up!”

Roni poked her head out from back behind the bar. “About damn time! I told you he would. Now go home before I make you go home.”

Josh extended his hand to Allen to help him stand up. “Josh Kingpin,” he said to him, “You stopped by two months ago, left Poncho with me and told me you’d be back.”

Allen took his hand and stood up, then the full value of what he’d just heard sunk in. “Poncho? You’re Joshua Kingpin? You have Poncho?”

“Just Josh, please, and yeah, he’s back at my apartment, do you want to go see him?” Josh said.

“Yes, yeah, please!” Allen said excitedly. He honestly hadn’t expected that horrible experience with a Mexican gang would end with him finding the guy he’d come here looking for in the first place.

“Alright, my car is just outside, come on,” Josh said to him, “See you later, Roni!”

“See you, Josh, Allen!” she called back, not looking at them.

Well, that was weird. How did she know his name? Yeah, sure, it had already been established how he knew Josh’s name - it was clear that they knew each other from the way she spoke to him and him to her. But how did she know Allen’s name? “Who is she?” Allen asked Josh once they were outside.

“Roni. She owns that place. She’s my friend. I keep her books, pretend to be her boyfriend when she needs me to,” Josh told him with a shrug, unlocking his car.

“‘Pretend’? Why would you have to pretend to be her boyfriend?” Allen asked, opening the passenger side door.

Josh stopped and looked at Allen over the top of his car. “Well, see… how do I put this… men aren’t exactly Roni’s type.” Allen looked at Josh with a confused eye, leaning on the roof of the car. Josh continued, “Now, I don’t know how you feel about the whole thing that’s been going on lately with gay people, but Roni’s my friend, and her girlfriend Lucy’s my friend, so I try to do whatever I can to keep people who don’t care for it from hurting them.” Josh sounded almost angry, very defensive of his two friends. But then the moment passed and he got into the driver’s side of his car.

Allen got into the passenger side and said nothing more for the entire trip back to Josh’s apartment. “It’s just up here,” Josh said, unlocking the door and letting them into his apartment building. Allen, on the other hand, walked to the right hand outer wall. Maybe he just smelled trash or old banana peel, but he thought… it smelled like the smell he followed to the Chrono-traverser earlier. He had to see if there was an invisible staircase here, too. Maybe that was what “Poncho” was — a code name for a time machine. It seemed really unlikely that he had the only time machine in existence, after all. So he investigated into the area in between Josh’s apartment building and the adjacent building. Once he got close enough, he quickly determined that it was only trash. And while it was a bit of a relief that there wasn’t an invisible staircase or anything like it here, it was also a bit of a letdown. If there had been another time machine it might have helped him answer some more questions about himself. And besides all that he had just been intently sniffing trash. “Hey, Al,” Josh called to him with a bit of a chuckle, grinning, “you coming?”

Allen turned around, raising his eyebrow at being called “Al” - he wasn’t so sure he liked that - but didn’t think too much of it. If Poncho wasn’t a time machine, then it wasn’t here, and it was best if he followed Josh to where Poncho really was. Better to let him be in charge for the moment, as he was the only person who completely knew what was going on. “It’s a good thing my landlord doesn’t mind pets,” Josh said as Allen followed him up the stairs, “Otherwise both me and your dog would be on our butts in the street.”

“My dog?” Allen repeated, confused, as Josh unlocked his apartment door. So it wasn’t just that he had a cat and a tiger, and now a butterfly, he had a dog, too? And then he stepped into Josh’s apartment and he saw the dog. The dog leapt on Josh first as he closed the door, but quickly moved to leap on Allen even more excitedly. It was a yellow Lab, with a bright and friendly face. His eyes were a deep black, with hazel flecks int he center. His tongue was a deep pink, which Allen could see because it was hanging from the dog’s mouth, like it was too long to fit inside. His teeth were the healthy pale yellow they were supposed to be, obviously well-cared for. His yellow coat was soft and smooth, fluffy, yet falling flat on its back. To all the world, a normal dog.

But then he talked.

Words and everything.

His open mouth formed the words perfectly.

“Master is here! Master is here! I missed you so much, Master, I’m so glad to see you again! The new master you put me with smells funny! But a good funny! You smell funny, too, but it’s a good funny! Like what ham flowers would smell like if there were flowers made of ham! But I like ham! Ham is good! Master Josh feeds me ham sometimes! Where did you go? Don’t ever go there again! I missed you! I missed you!”

Allen just stared at the dog as it hopped and pranced around him giddily. Mouth hanging open in dumbstruck awe. Then, he managed to say, “The dog is talking.”

The dog stopped hopping and stood in front of Allen on all fours, his tail wagging vigorously. “Well, yes, I’m talking, Master,” the dog said, “Oh, you said you might not remember. I forgot. Do you remember who I am? You should! We’ve been the best of best friends forever! Say you remember me! Say you missed me, too! Say it! Say it, Master!”

“Uhh…” was all Allen could manage to utter.

The dog stopped wagging its tail. “You don’t remember me. Poncho. That’s me. Did you remember Harris? Or Cyprus? Where’s Annie? She’d remember me and all the good times we had. You never go anywhere without Annie. Is she still home, in the Chrono-traverser?”

“He’s mentioned the Chrono-traverser before,” Josh said, “Do you know anything about that? Whenever I ask, he just tells me it’s a time machine. And I mean, look, if your dog is under the impression that he lives in a time machine, you need to sit him down and set him straight.” He gave a little chuckle at that.

“I can sit,” Poncho said to Josh, and he sat down. “I can lay down, too, and roll over, and play dead, and shake. I am a good dog. That’s why Master likes me.” Poncho looked back at Allen now. “But Master doesn’t remember me. What happened, Master? Was it those two men, Patton and Kirth? Or was it one of their people? What did they do? Did they make you not like dogs anymore?”

“Hold on, slow down, buddy,” Allen said to the dog. He came further into Josh’s apartment and got down on the floor so that he was at eye level with Poncho. “You know who Patton and Kirth are? Who are they?”

“Patton and Kirth are Master’s friends. But then Master was upset that they didn’t like him anymore. Master was upset. Before you left me here, Master, you were pacing and angry and upset. I don’t know if that has to do with Patton and Kirth, but Master, you kept talking about them, you said they were going to hurt you. Then Master left me here, but he said he was going to take the Chrono-traverser back to New York in 2012. But he kept Harris and Cyprus, just not me. I don’t know why,” Poncho said, his face dropping a little, not quite looking at Allen’s face.

“They were my friends? Why would they want to hurt me?”

“I do not know, Master, I am sorry.” Poncho’s tail drooped and his ears dropped, but then he perked up again. “Can we go to the Chrono-traverser now, Master, please? Can we go home? I could maybe help you there! Please, oh, please, Master, please, oh, please?” Poncho pleaded, standing up and bouncing on his front paws, his tail wagging again.

“If you don’t mind, I sort of want to see this, too,” Josh said, sort of raising his hand, “I mean, I’ve listened to this dog talk for long enough about living in a time machine. I’d like to know what that’s about.”

“Yeah, sure, come along, if you want,” Allen said, standing and shrugging, “I don’t know how to get back there, anyway, and you’re the one with the car.”

So much for relaxing at home like Roni had told him. But he just had to see — if there really was a time machine there, how could he pass that up? Sure, if there wasn’t, he would just head back to his apartment, but if there was, he would never forgive himself for passing it up. After all, he’d just kept a talking dog in his apartment for two months. What else did Allen Carpenter have up his sleeve?

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Remove.pdf │ ├── Injection Actuation Pressure Sensor - Remove and Install.pdf │ ├── Inlet Air Temperature Sensor - Remove and Install.pdf │ ├── Inlet and Exhaust Valve Guides - Remove and Install.pdf │ ├── Inlet and Exhaust Valve Seat Inserts - Remove and Install.pdf │ ├── Inlet and Exhaust Valves - Remove and Install.pdf │ ├── Lifter Group - Remove and Install.pdf │ ├── Muffler - Remove and Install.pdf │ ├── Piston Cooling Jets - Remove and Install.pdf │ ├── Pistons and Connecting Rods - Assemble.pdf │ ├── Pistons and Connecting Rods - Disassemble.pdf │ ├── Pistons and Connecting Rods - Install.pdf │ ├── Pistons and Connecting Rods - Remove.pdf │ ├── Radiator Core - Remove and Install.pdf │ ├── Radiator Top Tank - Remove and Install.pdf │ ├── Rocker Arm - Assemble.pdf │ ├── Rocker Arm - Disassemble.pdf │ ├── Rocker Arm and Shaft - Install.pdf │ ├── Rocker Arm and Shaft - Remove.pdf │ ├── Speed_Timing Sensor - Remove and Install.pdf │ ├── Turbocharger - Install.pdf │ ├── Turbocharger - Remove.pdf │ ├── Turbocharger Outlet Pressure Sensor - Remove and Install.pdf │ ├── Unit Injector - Install.pdf │ ├── Unit Injector - Remove.pdf │ ├── Unit Injector Hydraulic Pump - Install.pdf │ ├── Unit Injector Hydraulic Pump - Remove.pdf │ ├── Unit Injector Sleeve - Install.pdf │ ├── Unit Injector Sleeve - Remove.pdf │ ├── Valve Mechanism Cover - Remove and Install.pdf │ ├── Valve Mechanism Cover Base - Remove and Install.pdf │ ├── Vibration Damper and Pulley - Remove and Install.pdf │ ├── Water Pump - Assemble .pdf │ ├── Water Pump - Disassemble.pdf │ ├── Water Pump - Install.pdf │ ├── Water Pump - Remove.pdf │ └── Water Temperature Regulator - Remove and Install.pdf ├── RENR9881 - Troubleshooting (C9 Generator Set Engines) │ ├── Calibration Procedures │ │ └── Engine Speed_Timing Sensor - Calibrate.pdf │ ├── Diagnostic Functional Tests │ │ ├── 5 Volt Engine Pressure Sensor Supply Circuit - Test.pdf │ │ ├── Air Inlet Heater Circuit - Test.pdf │ │ ├── CAN Data Link Circuit - Test.pdf │ │ ├── Cat Data Link Circuit - Test.pdf │ │ ├── Electrical Connectors - Inspect.pdf │ │ ├── Electrical Power Supply Circuit - Test.pdf │ │ ├── Emergency Stop Switch Circuit - Test.pdf │ │ ├── Engine Pressure Sensor Open or Short Circuit - Test.pdf │ │ ├── Engine Speed_Timing Sensor Circuit - Test.pdf │ │ ├── Engine Temperature Sensor Open or Short Circuit - Test.pdf │ │ ├── Ether Injection System - Test.pdf │ │ ├── Fuel Filter Differential Pressure Switch Circuit - Test.pdf │ │ ├── Injection Actuation Pressure - Test.pdf │ │ ├── Injection Actuation Pressure Control Valve Circuit - Test.pdf │ │ ├── Injector Solenoid Circuit - Test.pdf │ │ ├── Speed Control - Test.pdf │ │ └── Start Relay Circuit - Test.pdf │ ├── Electronic Troubleshooting │ │ ├── Electronic Service Tools.pdf │ │ ├── Engine Wiring Information.pdf │ │ ├── Replacing the ECM.pdf │ │ ├── Self-Diagnostics.pdf │ │ ├── Sensors and Electrical Connectors.pdf │ │ └── System Overview.pdf │ ├── Programming Parameters │ │ ├── Customer Passwords.pdf │ │ ├── Factory Passwords.pdf │ │ ├── Flash Programming.pdf │ │ ├── Injector Trim File.pdf │ │ └── Programming Parameters.pdf │ ├── System Configuration Parameters.pdf │ ├── Troubleshooting with a Diagnostic Code │ │ ├── CID 0042 FMI 05 Injector Actuation Valve open circuit.pdf │ │ ├── CID 0042 FMI 06 Injector Actuation Valve short to ground.pdf │ │ ├── CID 0091 FMI 08 Throttle Position signal abnormal.pdf │ │ ├── CID 0094 FMI 03 Fuel Pressure open_short to +batt.pdf │ │ ├── CID 0094 FMI 04 Fuel Pressure short to ground.pdf │ │ ├── CID 0100 FMI 03 Engine Oil Pressure open_short to +batt.pdf │ │ ├── CID 0100 FMI 04 Engine Oil Pressure short to ground.pdf │ │ ├── CID 0110 FMI 03 Engine Coolant Temperature open_short to +batt.pdf │ │ ├── CID 0110 FMI 04 Engine Coolant Temperature short to ground.pdf │ │ ├── CID 0164 FMI 03 Injector Actuation Pressure voltage high.pdf │ │ ├── CID 0164 FMI 04 Injector Actuation Pressure voltage low.pdf │ │ ├── CID 0168 FMI 00 System Voltage High.pdf │ │ ├── CID 0168 FMI 01 System Voltage Low.pdf │ │ ├── CID 0168 FMI 02 System Voltage intermittent_erratic.pdf │ │ ├── CID 0172 FMI 03 Intake Manifold Air Temp open_short to +batt.pdf │ │ ├── CID 0172 FMI 04 Intake Manifold Air Temp short to ground.pdf │ │ ├── CID 0174 FMI 03 Fuel Temperature open_short to +batt.pdf │ │ ├── CID 0174 FMI 04 Fuel Temperature short to ground.pdf │ │ ├── CID 0175 FMI 03 Engine Oil Temperature open_short to +batt.pdf │ │ ├── CID 0175 FMI 04 Engine Oil Temperature short to ground.pdf │ │ ├── CID 0190 FMI 08 Engine Speed signal abnormal.pdf │ │ ├── CID 0253 FMI 02 Personality Module mismatch.pdf │ │ ├── CID 0261 FMI 11 Engine Timing Offset fault.pdf │ │ ├── CID 0261 FMI 13 Engine Timing Calibration required.pdf │ │ ├── CID 0262 FMI 03 5 Volt Sensor DC Power Supply short to +batt.pdf │ │ ├── CID 0262 FMI 04 5 Volt Sensor DC Power Supply short to ground.pdf │ │ ├── CID 0268 FMI 02 Check Programmable Parameters.pdf │ │ ├── CID 0274 FMI 03 Atmospheric Pressure open_short to +batt.pdf │ │ ├── CID 0274 FMI 04 Atmospheric Pressure short to ground.pdf │ │ ├── CID 0342 FMI 08 Secondary Engine Speed signal abnormal.pdf │ │ ├── CID 0444 FMI 05 Start Relay open circuit.pdf │ │ ├── CID 0444 FMI 06 Start Relay short to ground.pdf │ │ ├── CID 0617 FMI 05 Air Inlet Heater Relay open_current below normal.pdf │ │ ├── CID 0617 FMI 06 Air Inlet Heater Relay grounded_current above norm.pdf │ │ ├── CID 1785 FMI 03 Intake Manifold Pressure Sensor voltage high.pdf │ │ ├── CID 1785 FMI 04 Intake Manifold Pressure Sensor voltage low.pdf │ │ ├── CID 1785 FMI 10 Intake Manifold Pressure Signal abnormal rate of change.pdf │ │ ├── Diagnostic Code Cross Reference.pdf │ │ └── Diagnostic Codes.pdf │ ├── Troubleshooting with an Event Code │ │ ├── E009 High Altitude Derate.pdf │ │ ├── E096 High Fuel Pressure.pdf │ │ ├── E198 Low Fuel Pressure.pdf │ │ ├── E255 Diagnostic Reset.pdf │ │ ├── E264 Emergency Stop Activated.pdf │ │ ├── E360 Low Engine Oil Pressure.pdf │ │ ├── E361 High Engine Coolant Temperature.pdf │ │ ├── E362 Engine Overspeed.pdf │ │ ├── E363 High Fuel Supply Temperature.pdf │ │ ├── E390 Fuel Filter Restriction.pdf │ │ ├── E539 High Intake Manifold Air Temperature.pdf │ │ └── Event Codes.pdf │ └── Troubleshooting without a Diagnostic Code │ ├── Alternator - Charging Problem and_or Noisy Operation.pdf │ ├── Battery.pdf │ ├── Can Not Reach Top Engine RPM.pdf │ ├── Coolant Temperature Is Too High.pdf │ ├── Coolant in Engine Oil.pdf │ ├── ECM Will Not Accept Factory Passwords.pdf │ ├── ECM Will Not Communicate with Other Systems or Display Modules.pdf │ ├── Electronic Service Tool Will Not Communicate with ECM.pdf │ ├── Engine Cranks but Will Not Start.pdf │ ├── Engine Has Early Wear.pdf │ ├── Engine Misfires, Runs Rough or Is Unstable.pdf │ ├── Engine Oil Temperature Is Too High.pdf │ ├── Engine Oil in Cooling System.pdf │ ├── Engine Oil in Exhaust System.pdf │ ├── Engine Stalls at Low RPM.pdf │ ├── Engine Vibration.pdf │ ├── Engine Will Not Crank.pdf │ ├── Excessive Black Smoke.pdf │ ├── Excessive Engine Oil Consumption.pdf │ ├── Excessive Fuel Consumption.pdf │ ├── Excessive Valve Lash.pdf │ ├── Excessive White Smoke.pdf │ ├── Intermittent Engine Shutdown.pdf │ ├── Intermittent Low Power or Power Cutout.pdf │ ├── Low Engine Oil Pressure.pdf │ ├── Low Power_Poor or No Response to Throttle.pdf │ └── Noise Coming from Cylinder.pdf ├── SEBF9050 - Applied Failure Analysis - Engine Valve Failure Modes(1100, 1105).pdf ├── SEBU6875 - Owner's Manual (Caterpillar Driver Information Display).pdf ├── SEBU7766 - Operation & Maintenance Manual (C7 On-highway Engine).pdf ├── SEBU7926 - Operation & Maintenance Manual (C7 Urban Transit Bus Engines).pdf ├── SEGV3008 - Systems Operation (Fundamentals Electrical System for All Caterpillar Products) │ ├── Basic Circuit Theory.pdf │ ├── Basic Electrical Components.pdf │ ├── Battery.pdf │ ├── Charging System.pdf │ ├── Circuit Voltage.pdf │ ├── Electrical Measurement.pdf │ ├── Electrical Schematic.pdf │ ├── Electricity - How It Works.pdf │ ├── Magnetism.pdf │ ├── Ohms Law.pdf │ ├── Solid State Electrical Components.pdf │ └── Starting System.pdf ├── SENR2995 - Product Safety.pdf ├── SENR3130 - Specifications (Torque Specifications for All Caterpillar Products).pdf ├── SENR3130 - Specifications - Torque Specifications.pdf ├── SENR3130 - Torque Specifications │ ├── Air Brake Fittings.pdf │ ├── Air Conditioning Fittings.pdf │ ├── Bulkhead Nuts.pdf │ ├── English (SAE) Fasteners.pdf │ ├── Flare Fittings.pdf │ ├── General Information.pdf │ ├── Ground Engaging Tool (G.E.T.) Fasteners.pdf │ ├── Hose Clamps.pdf │ ├── Installation of Fittings.pdf │ ├── Metric (ISO) Fasteners.pdf │ ├── Miscellaneous Fittings.pdf │ ├── O-Ring Face Seal Fittings.pdf │ ├── Plugs.pdf │ ├── Straight Thread O-Ring Fittings.pdf │ └── Tapered Pipe Thread Fittings.pdf ├── SENR3981 - Schematic - Fluid Power & Electrical Graphic Symbols │ ├── Electrical Power Graphic Symbols.pdf │ └── Fluid Power Graphic Symbols.pdf ├── SENR9517 - Troubleshooting (C7, C9 On-highway Engines).pdf ├── SENR9867 - Specifications (C9 Generator Set Engines) │ ├── Alternator and Regulator 1.pdf │ ├── Alternator and Regulator 2.pdf │ ├── Atmospheric Pressure Sensor.pdf │ ├── Belt Tension Chart .pdf │ ├── Belt Tensioner.pdf │ ├── Camshaft.pdf │ ├── Connecting Rod Bearing Journal.pdf │ ├── Connecting Rod.pdf │ ├── Coolant Temperature Sensor .pdf │ ├── Crankshaft Seals.pdf │ ├── Crankshaft.pdf │ ├── Cylinder Block Cover Group.pdf │ ├── Cylinder Block.pdf │ ├── Cylinder Head Valves.pdf │ ├── Cylinder Head.pdf │ ├── Cylinder Liner.pdf │ ├── Electric Starting Motor 1.pdf │ ├── Electric Starting Motor 2.pdf │ ├── Electronic Control Module.pdf │ ├── Electronic Unit Injector.pdf │ ├── Engine Design.pdf │ ├── Engine Oil Filter Base 1.pdf │ ├── Engine Oil Filter Base 2.pdf │ ├── Engine Oil Pan.pdf │ ├── Engine Oil Pressure Sensor.pdf │ ├── Exhaust Manifold.pdf │ ├── Fan Drive 1.pdf │ ├── Fan Drive 2.pdf │ ├── Flywheel Housing.pdf │ ├── Flywheel.pdf │ ├── Front Housing and Covers.pdf │ ├── Fuel Filter Base.pdf │ ├── Fuel Filter and Water Separator.pdf │ ├── Fuel Priming Pump.pdf │ ├── Fuel Temperature Sensor 1.pdf │ ├── Fuel Temperature Sensor 2.pdf │ ├── Fuel Temperature Sensor 3.pdf │ ├── Fuel Transfer Pump.pdf │ ├── Gear Group (Front).pdf │ ├── Injection Actuation Pressure Sensor.pdf │ ├── Inlet Air Temperature Sensor.pdf │ ├── Magnetic Pickup.pdf │ ├── Main Bearing Journal.pdf │ ├── Piston and Rings.pdf │ ├── Speed_Timing Sensor .pdf │ ├── Turbocharger Outlet Pressure Sensor.pdf │ ├── Turbocharger.pdf │ ├── Unit Injector Hydraulic Pump.pdf │ ├── Valve Mechanism Cover.pdf │ ├── Valve Mechanism.pdf │ ├── Vibration Damper and Pulley.pdf │ ├── Water Pump.pdf │ └── Water Temperature Regulator.pdf ├── SENR9868 - Systems Operation (C9 Generator Set Engines) ├── SENR9868 - Testing & Adjusting (C9 Generator Set Engines) │ ├── Aftercooler - Test.pdf │ ├── Air Inlet and Exhaust System - Inspect.pdf │ ├── Air Inlet and Exhaust System.pdf │ ├── Air in Fuel - Test.pdf │ ├── Basic Engine.pdf │ ├── Battery - Test.pdf │ ├── Charging System - Test 1.pdf │ ├── Charging System - Test 2.pdf │ ├── Compression - Test.pdf │ ├── Connecting Rod Bearings - Inspect.pdf │ ├── Cooling System - Check - Overheating.pdf │ ├── Cooling System - Inspect.pdf │ ├── Cooling System - Test.pdf │ ├── Cooling System.pdf │ ├── Cylinder Block - Inspect.pdf │ ├── Cylinder Liner Projection - Inspect.pdf │ ├── Electric Starting System - Test.pdf │ ├── Electrical System.pdf │ ├── Electronic Control System Components.pdf │ ├── Electronic Unit Injector - Test.pdf │ ├── Engine Crankcase Pressure (Blowby) - Test.pdf │ ├── Engine Oil Pressure - Test.pdf │ ├── Engine Oil Pump - Inspect.pdf │ ├── Engine Valve Lash - Inspect_Adjust.pdf │ ├── Excessive Bearing Wear - Inspect.pdf │ ├── Excessive Engine Oil Consumption - Inspect.pdf │ ├── Exhaust Temperature - Test.pdf │ ├── Finding Top Center Position for No. 1 Piston.pdf │ ├── Flywheel - Inspect.pdf │ ├── Flywheel Housing - Inspect.pdf │ ├── Fuel Quality - Test.pdf │ ├── Fuel System - Inspect.pdf │ ├── Fuel System - Prime.pdf │ ├── Fuel System Pressure - Test.pdf │ ├── Fuel System.pdf │ ├── Gear Group (Front) - Time.pdf │ ├── General Information.pdf │ ├── Increased Engine Oil Temperature - Inspect.pdf │ ├── Inlet Manifold Pressure - Test.pdf │ ├── Lubrication System.pdf │ ├── Main Bearings - Inspect.pdf │ ├── Pinion Clearance - Adjust.pdf │ ├── Piston Ring Groove - Inspect.pdf │ ├── Turbocharger - Inspect.pdf │ ├── Vibration Damper - Check.pdf │ ├── Water Pump - Test.pdf │ └── Water Temperature Regulator - Test.pdf ├── UENR3262 - Disassembly & Assembly - Seal Installation │ ├── Duo-Cone Seals - Install.pdf │ ├── Lip Type Seals - Install.pdf │ └── O-Ring Seals - Install - RADIAL, FITTING ASSEMBLY O-RINGS & OTHER O-RING APPLICATIONS.pdf ├── UENR4705 - Schematic (C9 Generator Set with EMCP 4 Electrical System) │ ├── Collage.pdf │ └── Main.pdf └── bonus material ├── C-7 & C-9 (KAL1-UPYPG1-UP9DG1-UP) Troubleshooting ├── C-7 (KAL1-UP) Disassembly & Assembly ├── C-7 (KAL1-UP) Operation & Maintenance ├── C-7 (KAL1-UP) Torque Specifications ├── C-7 (YPG1-UPKAL1-UP) Specifications ├── C-7 (YPG1-UPKAL1-UP) Systems Operation Testing & Adjusting └── Crankcase Ventilation Systems ...

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Water Temperature Regulator - Remove and Install Removal Procedure NOTICE Keep all parts clean from contaminants. Contaminants may cause rapid wear and shortened component life. NOTICE Care must be taken to ensure that fluids are contained during performance of inspection, maintenance, testing, adjusting and repair of the product. Be prepared to collect the fluid with suitable containers before opening any compartment or disassembling any component containing fluids. Refer to Special Publication, NENG2500, “Caterpillar Tools and Shop Products Guide” for tools and supplies suitable to collect and contain fluids on Caterpillar products. Dispose of all fluids according to local regulations and mandates. 1. Drain the coolant from the cooling system into a suitable container for storage or disposal. Refer to Operation and Maintenance Manual, “Cooling System Coolant - Change”. Illustration 54 g01152619 2. Remove bolts (1), pipe (2), and the gasket from water temperature regulator housing (3). 3. Remove the water temperature regulators. Installation Procedure NOTICE Keep all parts clean from contaminants. Contaminants may cause rapid wear and shortened component life. ...

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