You could accompany me.I run down and open the door to see him out of house dripping wet . I bring him in. I offered him a towel and Raj’s shirt and... trousers. I asked him to wear them and soak himself with the towel. It was dark and I couldn’t see things clearly. I asked him to change, he asked me where to, since I didn’t see anything I said that he can change right here, I won’t be seeing him anyway. He dropped his clothes and started applying the towel. He was about to put on the shirt right. Puzzled Jason watched the video again, this time in slow motion. This time he noticed a regular flicker to the video, as if somehow occasionally at regular intervals frames of the video were dropping out. In addition, by watching the video he noticed that about a quarter way into the video which would be half-way into the units trip a slightly smudged area suddenly appeared in the picture on the wall, and then disappeared again when three fourths of the way through the video. Knowing now there. > Finally tears and pleading with them, just drew blank faces and no movement to rescue me from my predicament.> Someone gathered my hair up and tied it back. By raising my head, I could now see what a mess I had got myself into.> > The room was covered in mirrors. Walls, ceiling and even the floor was one mass of reflections.> There was a single row of basic seats around the walls of the room.> Some were occupied by mainly Chinese, and there were more still entering.> I looked down and saw my. “I have come to cook your supper, I know you wife is away and she said that you couldn’t look after yourself”. Well that was not true, but I didn’t argue, and willingly ley my visitor take over the kitchen for a spag – bol meal, washed down with a bottle of Merlot. “So who is looking after your k**s?” I asked. “They are at my mother’s playing with her Lego no doubt” she replied. “Well what time are you collecting them tonight?” I asked “They are on a stopover”, she replied so I can stopover too.