I decided that I would take out a book about a specific battle in the American Revolution and see if it would trigger my sub-conscious to make that my...tical jump back into the past in the same way I had done with the American Civil War. It seemed like a weird and ineffective plan but strangely I felt at ease with it and could not wait to finish the book and stretch out for my slumber thinking it was as good a plan as any I had previously considered.The book was all about the Battle in Monmouth,. ” “Why don’t you have an English accent?” “I learned in high school that an English accent was not necessarily a social asset. And then I got into jazz. Not too many English accents in jazz. Not in Canada, anyway.” “Oh. Well, I’m not from England. I’m from Sudbury. Way up north. It’s not the end of the world, but it’s close to it.” “So what brings you to Hogtown?” “Art. Or the chance to make it. Uh oh, there’s Henry, the boss. He probably expects me to do some work. I’ve got to go. Maybe we’ll. Lonnie sat next to the children, attempting to comfort them, but he didn't know what to say. Things did not look good for Cade.The hospital was located an hour from their house and Callie arrived just in time to see Cade being wheeled in for emergency surgery. He was unresponsive and didn't even know she was there.Time dragged by slowly as they waited word from the surgeon, and every time the door to the surgery unit opened, they looked up with expectation. Callie could not stop bawling no. " Forcing a smile as he took my picture, he shook his head and looked back up at me, "Never mind ho, don't smile, don't want you looking so happy in this proof of life pic." He took my photo again as i did my best to cover my nudity with the newspaper and he nodded satisfied "Looks good, the collar and chair are visible, you can tell she is naked and not wearing her rings, that should get us paid in a hurry. Jimmy, you are gonna take this burner phone to the other side of town, and text this.