It turned out that he was from San Francisco and his full name was Timothy James Bartell.“No way!” exclaimed Katrina. “I have a good friend call...ed Becky Bartell. She is studying here too. Are you two related?”“Yes” said Timothy. “She is one of my many cousins. My father comes from a very large family of boys. They are scattered all across the United States. I think I met Rebecca once at a family re-union many years ago but know nothing about her. I certainly didn’t know she was here. How. Usually it was my favourite lessonbut after last nights chat it could and probably would be awkward. I getup early and go about my daily routine: shower, deodorant, clothes,teeth. I head out the door to walk to school, shouting goodbyes to Stefand Lena. As I stroll into school premisses, I notice Daria sat on theschool bench with her head in her hands, obviously upset. I was about tocheck she was okay when I was intercepted by Taylor."What happened?!" I ask sincerely."Connor broke up with her. "But you've looked at them all the same?" Veronica asked."Well only a couple of them, but that's all I've done. They just keep on making stupid jokes, they're like morons." Sandra complained."They'll learn, most of the time they're too scared to do anything and so they hide it by doing stupid things, remember that and you'll find someone, just you see." Veronica said and then realised that she was almost advising her daughter to go out with boys!"Don't think so Mum, not the lot in my class. And then he was being lifted and carried, and when he next saw light,it was the familiar ambient glow of the Dungeon. Nanny was holdinghim, her enormous size making his regressed body truly toddler-sizedby comparison, and he looked down at himself to find that he waswearing a plush, purple toy suit, a hood firmly affixed over his faceand the arms and legs ending in stumpy, soft paws. The room wasoccupied by other children and a magical window showing the pit thathad opened beneath Jake's feet..