"Ok, fine, whatever. Explain." He thought all this was a lot funnier than I did."The men in black were from another plane, from Zareas' and Arrian's w...orld. They couldn't be here because you can't travel from other planes to this one. It's not possible. We can travel from our plane to another one, and come back, but no one from another plane can cross to ours." He stopped talking, as if he had just explained everything that needed to be said."Go on." That's where the interdimensional space comes. ***Well readers, I did say earlier that I had struck lucky but sadly itwasn't to last. Young Edward had to leave; Back to Boston with hisparents' house and no doubt to dubious bars where Edward could search outhis 'particular types'.I was left to mope around the house and I did for days. Who wouldn't?After all, Edward had been that dream which only happens once every bluemoon. I'd had to go to the doctor's too. My 'private areas' had been'molested' as I tried to explain to him as best I could.. Out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw a movement through the frosted glass of the shower door, at first I dismissed it as imagination; then the movement came again and this time I had no doubt that I had seen a shadow figure. Apart from my son and myself the house was empty, which meant that there were only two possibilities, that a stranger had broken in and that I dismissed immediately; the second possibility was that it had been my son. But what would he want in the bathroom when he. Hmm, could that be one reason why everybody had beenso nice to me?I did a quick sponge bath, cleansing my body from the neck down. Hmm...myelbows, knees and ankles looked a little rough, somehow. I had nevernoticed it before. What did Sis do? Something with a loofah, or a bathpouf, and some exfoliator and toner and moisturizer. There was a lot toget used to with this morning routine. No wonder Sis used to take such along time in the bathroom! But I found the right ingredients and wentthrough.