'Now we know what was, and still is, happening. The rift in time, it ispicking stuff up, from a time before the rift was created, and throwingit furth...r back in time, but not altering space. Creating out of streamobjects. Your job, to pick them up. Because, they alter the future,from the date they were dumped in the timestream. Things are beingthrown back continuously, the events are happening NOW. They change thepast, our past. Inside this bubble, it is like the past is frozen. Wedon't get. ..... and so it was one particular evening. Being close has they have been as children they felt they can raise the stakes and talk about a subject never broached. Chris felt inside that he was a man now and wanted to do “man” things. Kristen had always felt like a woman from the time she was 13, when birth control began. She was never shy nor was she brash or bitchy rather she was somewhere in the middle. It was about two weeks after their birthday. The big event was over and being 18 had. The crimson of their tunics proclaimed them as hired by the church. The inspector general of the Inquisition to be more precise. Her knees nearly gave out and she had to use every ounce of willpower to keep walking. ‘Keep going girl. You’re doing just fine.’ Conn’s voice was no more than a breath of air. ‘Hey, old man. Want to sell your daughter?’ The soldiers roared with laughter at the look that Deirdre was unable to hold back. One of them even lifted his tankard as if to salute her. She bit. "Yes," he said into the telephone, "Eddie Frampton here." Eddie it's Nina Marsdale. I'd like to have a little talk with you today. What's your group schedule like today?" "Well, let's see," he said uncertainly. What the hell did Nina Marsdale want with him? "I have a group in a couple of minutes at one, and then one at two, and I think that's it. I should be through here by four at the latest. What is it?" I don't wish to discuss it on the telephone, Eddie. Why don't you meet me for a drink.