"Now let me see you are from Weardale in County Durham, and have a firstclass honours degree in IT from Loughborough University correct?" Yes Ms. Greg...ry." I nodded, trying to keep myself almost calm."Now you have been with us for nine months, and have a good record, withexcellent reviews from both your line manager and the area manager." Asshe spoke she passed the papers to Mrs Blake who said."So you are Richard Long?" Yes Mrs Blake," I answered her dry mouthed with apprehension, myinterview. Ask Sarah if she'd like to go out." Okay." Sarah always wants to go out. She always wants fried shrimp or pizza. Today it was pizza. So we went to Chelsea Pizza in Nedlands. We got a family-size with sausage and a kid's Margherita – for Sarah, she likes plain pizza. It was before 1800, so there was room and not too noisy. Sarah got tomato all over herself, of course. She's just six, after all. Mum had them wrap the two slices we didn't finish.When we got home, Mum made up the sofa in the study. "I was thinking about sending it to the government as a top secret weapon... biological type. But I thought a dumpster somewhere might be better," I said, grinning at her."Drop it in the bait shop dumpster. They won't mind. At least you don't just drop your trash out in the woods like some people do," she said approvingly.I looked at her. I mean really looked at her. She had a nice soft glow about her. She shimmered a very nice airy blue color. I don't know what made me do it but I just had. Her body rocked to and fro as she slowly calmed herself down and came to a halt. Breathing heavily, she studied the room and the bed.This was different, she realised.The bed was damp but not wet. She felt the bedclothes between her legs and the sheets were relatively dry. The duvet hadn’t made it off the bed. She tried desperately to remember what had happened but all she could remember was that she looked into a mirror. She could see herself in the mirror but nothing else. In fact, there was.