I had arrived in an alien world.I expected someone, anyone to have been there to meet me but there was no one. The villagers seemed indifferent to me,... was I invisible? I just stood there not knowing what to do. At last, a lady came over and carried my bags to a hut with a thatched roof. She smiled and was then gone.The only thing in that hut was a mat woven from something unknown to me. I was just so tired after my journey that I lay down and went to sleep. How I wished that I was back in the. It was designed like a three-leaf clover, the travel assistance center, the restrooms and lastly the vending machine area. Martha meandered in the travel section. The lone female clerk eagerly offered her assistance. ‘No just stretching my legs, thanks anyway. It’s really quiet here tonight,’ she answered her voice echoing in the large room. She stood in the open rotunda thinking it’s too cold outside to wait for any flippin’ man. It wasn’t an option, it was just too cold for that nonsense.. Not very French but her father was Swedish so…She had finished filming ‘The Dreamers’ and was now getting ready to shoot another film, a French one this time, called ‘Arsene Lupin’. When I enquired about Michael she told me that he’d returned to the States a couple of days after the incident at Bottleneck, his scenes having been finished. I was disappointed as, apart from when he was drunk, he’d seemed like a good bloke. Louis had returned home for a few weeks and would be making another film. " Does talking about this make you uncomfortable Josh?" A little. But, if you want to." When, or where, did it first happen?" Well, if I tell, do you promise not to be mad?" You know I won't be mad Josh. What would make you think that I would?"I braved the silence for another minute as I thought about what had happened so long ago in my sister's bed as she slept, but from somewhere deep inside I did find the courage to reveal my most darkest of secrets."It was in your bed. I woke up early and.