" Wow! Robert, I think I'm really going to want to spend the full 1200 days here. Probably even want to come back later. Is this okay with you?" Oh, y...s! I'm not expecting to be bored at all. This program is self generating, I'll be as surprised at the beauty as you are, as we start to explore the island." And it's totally safe?" Yep! Everything here is 100% harmless. Even the 10-meter platform will cushion you in an air bubble if you hit the water at a dangerous angle. The safety interlocks. "Hey, Ms. Hallewell?" I shouted, peering down an aisle. "Ms. Hallewell? Should I clean upstairs?"My shouts were met with silence. Shrugging, I glanced up the staircase. At the top of the stairs was a landing, a dead end, but there was a single door on the right. I looked back down the aisle, making sure nobody saw me, and when the coast was clear, I quickly made my way up the stairs.I don't know why I felt nervous, even. Why should I? I'm an employee, I was bound to go up there at some point. When a stranger saw a few of the children at the feed store he remarked on their beauty, and was told “Oh, those are Mayhews.” The children took that to mean that Mayhew was their last name as the white men had last names, and there have been Native Mayhews ever since. Time passed. There were births and deaths, coming and goings of the French soldiers, and then English, but life went on in Callie’s Rest as if the world stood still just for them. Mayhew’s home became Carruthers Hotel, and as his. All three of us slowed to a walking pace as we approached the large clearing I'd always called The Dell. Ringed by tall horse chestnut trees - now shedding the last of their ochre-red leaves - it was a near-perfect circle, today bathed in glorious winter sunshine. The dogs stood panting at my feet as I clipped a single lead to their two collars, ready for the return trek to the car park. All was quiet, but for the echoing cries of a circling flock of young crows high above the clearing.But the.