But since he looked half shit faced I figured he must have included the bartender.“How long have you been in here?” I asked as the bartender put a...draft in front of me. “No thanks, just coffee for me,” and I slid the draft towards Mark, and put a twenty down on the bar top to pay for my brother’s tab.I waited until the bartender had to take care of the next man to enter the bar before broaching the subject with Mark in private. Of course he didn’t believe me at first, even though he seemed to. I’ll be back at the village in about three hours and the walking will keep me warm.”“Thank you,” said Lizbet, putting on my jerkin over her nightwear but under her cloak.“What are you going to do now?” I asked.“I don’t know. Perhaps another pale-skinned tribe might take me. But I wouldn’t know where to start looking for them.”“Why don’t you come back to my village with me.”“Won’t the villagers kill me?”“We have a tradition called Sanctuary,” I explained. “An outsider in need of help can stay in. If you need support, then those of us in New Zealand will provide you with the support you need. In the end, I don't think it will matter where you setup your headquarters. The media will eventually try to link Jim C's products with both you and the production facility. As to the second issue, the media will undoubtedly resist your efforts, and they could create a problem for the new division when we begin to market the computer. However, any problems should be a short-term issue, so I don't. "Oh, we've been working hard to settle in," replied Fay. "We're celebrating tonight, aren't we Jack?" "Oh yes, all done. Goodbye England, Bonjour France," added Jack finishing with a flourish of his glass, a toast and a smile. "Really?" asked Shelly. "Yes, it's final," replied Fay smiling, "I imagine our crate of stuff we are keeping is leaving Dover - right about now." "Wow, you guys," added Shelly, "that's so cool." And with that Shelly drained her glass.... "So Shelly, what have we been.