The shop assistant – pardon me; the hot, Indian shop assistant – started towards us with a big smile. He looked to be our age or a few years older...and he was also about my height – nice and tall – narrow across the shoulders and chest, but with slim hips he still had a very manly shape. His thick, wavy black hair was trimmed to a neat length and his long face was made handsome by prominent cheek bones and a strong jaw. His skin was a lovely coffee and cream brown like mine, so his family was. "Put down your purse and let me show you my home," she said, leading me by the hand to this room and that. Of course, what caught my eye was her bedroom. It wasn't very girly, more gender neutral - with a touch of porno movie set. Let’s just say, “Well lit”.The bed was almost the only piece of furniture, with a small night table and a directional pole lamp that added the porno set feel to the room. The covers, white like everything else in the room, were turned back almost to the foot of the. "I started at her. "Not getting what you mean," I said. "Or, more succinctly ... huh?" Well, what if he did something to undo some event? I mean, suppose you, are even all of us, got caught up by Professor Doom, and Brock had a chance to tell the machine to make that not happen? Couldn't we end up back here now, before the event happened, in a way?" She paused, confused. "I dunno. It was clear in my mind, but when I try to say it..." she trailed off.Brock nodded violently. "I get it," he said.. I don’t think that she ever looked more beautiful, more pure. I suggested we go out to a fancy restaurant that night – she didn’t answer. Tears began to spill down her cheeks. ‘The record company called me yesterday, I’m flying out this afternoon.’ I pushed the cold sinking feeling in my stomach aside, ‘OK, we’ll make it tomorrow night. We can…’ But there was really nothing more to say, through my own tears even I could see that the end was in her eyes. Damned if she didn’t make it. She had it.