"And this is Google," Julian said as he clicked open a new Internet page. Peter stared with open interest as the screen came up, curbing his excitement a bit when he saw how bland the homepage was. "You can use it to do searches for things, like uh, yourself! See, I just type in my name-"

He leaned over Pete as he began to type in his name, hitting enter with a smile as he watched his new friends' eyes grow wide as Google began to compile results.

"And voila! See, it took my name and pulled up a whole bunch of stuff associated with it. There's my facebook, and uh, some models with the same name, and-"

"Do me," Peter demanded.

"What?"

"My name; me. Do me."

"Oh, uh, alright," Julian said. "What's your name?"

"Peter St. Peter," the dark haired man said proudly. "Or St. Paul; depends on who's asking."

"Well not to disappoint you or anything, but I don't think you're going to get the results you're wanting with a name like that," said Julian as he typed in Peter's name. "It's probably just going to pull up a bunch of historical saints and- yep, see, nothing but old history."

He leaned back to let Peter browse the results, watching as the man squinted to read the digital print with a growing scowl of disappointment.

"Useless," Peter declared, leaning back in the computer chair until it groaned. "Absolute rubbish, this."

"It's not rubbish," Julian defended. "Your name's just, not, like, yours."

Peter gave him an odd look, to which Julian responded with a shrug.

"We can try Wikipedia."

"Whuzzat?" Peter asked, sitting up again to watch as Julian took control of the keyboard.

"It's another website; sorta similar, but it might give you more direct results if you're looking for what I think you're looking for, which, I'm guessing, is you."

Peter grinned and couldn't deny that that was indeed what he'd been looking for; proof of his existence in the 60's.

"See, the thing with Wikipedia is you can see the disambiguations that come with the search," Julian explained as he typed in Peter's name again. "See, it gave me the article for St. Peter, but if I click this theeeeeen, VOILA."

As he clicked the disambiguation page, a few related searches came up, one of which was associated with the Peter St. Peter that was with Julian in that moment. Julian clicked the page and Pete was excited to find a little mini biography pop up. A not-so flattering picture accompanied it, but Peter ignored it as he squinted to read what the website had to say about him.

"It says I disappeared mysteriously without a trace," he read aloud excitedly. "Ha! They think I died. How exciting."

Julian grinned at Peter's excitement and browsed parts of the article himself, wanting to know more about the man he'd plucked from time.

"You were in a band?" Julian asked as he read on, picking up on bits and pieces of Peter's past.

"Is that in there?" Peter, who was a slower reader without his glasses, skipped ahead to where Julian had gestured and began reading again. "Yeah, we weren't that great though, I'm surprised it's in here."

Julian shrugged.

"What do the names in blue mean?" Peter asked.

"The blue text means it's a link to another article," Julian explained, taking hold of the mouse to hover over a highlighted name. "If you click it it'll take you there."

"Well click on that one then, I think the site's got it wrong; we didn't have any birds in the band."

"Anyone can add information to the articles, so someone could've added her in for shits and giggles; you can fix it if you want." Peter shrugged noncommittally and Julian rolled his eyes; he was quickly discovering how lazy his new companion was. "Celeste, you mean?"

Pete nodded and Julian clicked the link.

The page that came up was not for a girl, but instead was for a man Peter suddenly remembered he'd forgotten.

"Keith," he said as he found himself staring at the picture included with his article.

"Friend of yours after all, then?" Julian asked, nudging Peter in a lighthearted manner. Pete didn't move.

"I didn't know his name was Celeste."

"Well, I guess you can't blame him for using an alias, with a name like that."

"What're those dates at the top?" Peter suddenly interrupted, hijacking the mouse and circling the arrow around what he was asking about. "They don't-. Are they what I think they are?"

Peter's voice rose in pitch as he looked from the screen to his informant, silently pleading him to tell him he was wrong.

"Um," Julian said, suddenly awkward as he realized that Keith's lifespan seemed a bit short. "Uh. Born 1940, died-"

"Where's it say he died?" Peter demanded, scanning the page and scrolling up and down rapidly.

"Here," he said gently, easing the mouse away from Peter's frantic searching to scroll back to the top where he clicked the hyperlink that led them directly to the section on Keith's death.

Peter read on quietly, his eyes scanning the lines slowly as Julian stood by reading along.

The article read on to say that the man had killed himself shortly after the band's singer mysteriously departed. No one could say for sure if the events were connected, but an excerpt from an interview with his mother said that Keith had been depressed for months before doing himself in.

'Nothing I could do for him seemed to help,' the quote from his mother read. 'He came to me already in a bad way. He was suffering and in a lot of emotional pain, and I suppose he saw this as the only cure to his agony.'

"That bloody idiot," Pete whispered quietly as he sat back in disbelief. His voice seemed to hitch and Julian knew then that they must have been close.

"I'm sorry," Julian offered, unsure of what else he could do as he laid a comforting hand to Peter's shoulder. "Do you need a minute?"

Pete didn't answer. He sat quietly in the chair, staring intently at the words on the screen with a face of mixed emotions. Julian gave his shoulder a squeeze and excused himself to allow Pete some privacy.

Alone in the future, sat in front of this new technology, Peter mourned for the man he'd left in the past; apologizing over and over for leaving his love behind to suffer his decision.