”“We’ll be there in fifteen minutes. See you then?” I hung up.“What are you doing?” my daughter from the back seat asked.“Two families, ...two homes. This way we can have our fun, by ourselves, or invite my brother and his family over. It’s a proverbial drop in the bucket, money wise. Dad would call it a good investment, considering the deals I just made. When you and your ‘cousin’ are old enough, we will get you each a new car.”She squealed, and my wife moved her hand directly over my groin. I. ”It was working.“As you stopped to say hello.”I stumbled further through the now brightly illuminated corridor towards the permanently closed red door and the main corridor to the left. I was still trembling, unsure whether it was from the panic, the run, the fall or the humiliation.Once again, I looked at that damn red door while he graciously turned off the music. I always had the impression that this might be the entrance he used. I had looked at it many times, wondering how to get past it.. It'd go over well with Donna, which would only increase my problems with Mom.I answered by using my hard-won fashion credibility (I'd learned it without trying, but it'd still been hard on me), "I'm sure you understand that your clothing styles will change noticeably after six months of my educating you about fashion. The trouble is that your current style is what you like the most, so if I describe a different style to you, then you obviously won't like it as much and you'll be disappointed.. ’ I started to nod and stopped. Regan? He called me Regan? Tears welled in my eyes and I wanted to just lay down and cry my heart out. He did know. He knew that I was from the future. And he didn’t want to kill me. More than that, he still wanted to be with me. ‘This is my home, Cien. This time. I am not going back to 2008. I won’t.’ He touched me gently again, my face, my hair. ‘Ye canna see what they’ve done to ye, Regan. If ye could, ye would run screaming to yer own time.’ Cien shook his.