Walking back to the car I politely thank her for her time but just as I was pulling away I asked her if she needed a lift, seeing as it was a frosty n...ight out and she was only wearing a tight see-through shirt with a pair of jean shorts. She turns around, nods and says ‘you know what, that’d be amazing’. Opening the door for her to get in I ask her where she lives, she tells me that it’s only a few miles down the road so setting off I turned the music up a little to kill the awkward silence. .......Next morning I called Mum."Mum it's Alex; I need to ask you a favour." "Yeah what is it?" she asked."I need to go to an interview with the Education Board just to sortout some details over the date for me taking up post. Could you maybehave Melissa for the weekend?" I lied."When?" she asked."Eh, the weekend after next, I need to get changed and fixed upFriday, the interview's on Monday, so you would need to bring herback Tuesday," I asked."What about George can't he manage?" "Eh no, it's. She traces her fingers along a crude carving, lines made from repeated gouges, like from a hammer and chisel.She looks down at the screwdriver, and then at the lines again. They form several crude letters: SF WAS HEIt makes no sense until she sees a single vertical gouge to the right of the last "E". "SF WAS HERE" is the likely message. Who is SF?She was the first to receive, but it sadly did not work out."Where are you?!" Cassie cries, tromping through the featureless snow. "What do you mean. You can tell me anything, I'll listen." Oh, how would I start? 500 year's worth of memory is a lot of memory." How about you start with the place where you grew up, mom. How was England 500 years ago?" England? Whoever said I was raised in England?" But your accent ... and you told us that your family migrated from England." I lived in England in the late 19th century and up to the middle of the 20th century. I migrated alone after the Second World War since my parents died of black death in.