..where was I? A hospital! Had I been captured already? Was this an army hospital?"Ah, you're awake! Good! How do you feel?" a female voice asked ...n English, with a distinct British accent. I looked at her. She was an older woman, dressed in black garb...not a nurse...not military?a Nun! "Where am I?" I managed to ask, slowly turning my head and looking around, still a bit groggy. These weren't nurses, they were all Nuns, but some wore white full aprons. Others wore traditional. "You seem like the kind of guy who likes to do different things." Yes, sometimes," I didn't know what she had in mind and I was a bundle of nerves because of it.There was a coy smile on her face. A smile like none I'd ever seen and I think she might have been a little drunk. "You seem like a guy who likes to watch a little bit," licking her lips seductively, turning up the music and closing the curtains. She put her heels back on and combed her fingers through her hair pulling it out to. Victoria and the Bowers would go to The Grange on 31st and the Bowers, less Mark would go home on 2nd January. The Tidworth bunch would go back there on 6th January. Included in the arrangements was the agreement to reverse things the following year.Christmas at Craig Hill was a joy to all. Both families were together and the parents, best friends as they were, enjoyed each others' company enormously. They laughed and teased each other ceaselessly. Rupert and Serena had a wonderful time. "Let's get the equipment into the house shall we?"Chris took out a piece of paper with written instructions on it. "Dad's note says that there is an emergeny generator just outside of the kitchen. I'll go take a look."Linda busied herself setting up the computer and the video cameras. "If there are any kind of ghots here, we will find them for sure."Chris found the generator shed just where his father said it would be. "All right, let me see how fucking hard it is to get into the shed." He said.