Shortly after that, my Mum came upstairs. “We’re turning-in,” she said, “I’ve locked-up and turned out the lights downstairs. Isn’t it tim... you two went to bed?”I don’t think she realised quite what she was saying. We both looked at one another, just like we always used to as kids, and burst out laughing. Perhaps emboldened by the humour of that moment, on impulse I blurted out,“I may as well sleep in here with Michael,” adding, “You don’t mind, do you,” as I looked at Michael. He just shrugged. "I'm David Strom, my mother was Victoria Wilson Strom, Brother Jerome's older sister. Neither my mother nor I belong to Brother Jerome's church, although my mother felt about Brother Jerome a lot like the rest of you do. My job is to see you all safely to your destination. Just be patient and eventually we will get there."It is important that if you have to go to the bathroom, that you try to hold it until one of the planned stops, roughly four and a half hours apart. In theory I'm well rested. He put his hand on the top of my head and turned me to face the computer. He kept his hand there, forcing me to watch the screen while he typed with his free hand. A few clicks later and what he wanted me to see was up on the screen.It was me.And I'm not talking about a picture from my yearbook or the tame ones that I kept on MySpace and facebook. It was a movie. A movie that I'd never seen before, one that I never even knew I was in. My mouth fell open and I blushed in stunned shame.You could. "I'm sure she put on a really convincing show, but she's not really happy about you marrying someone she's never even met – especially someone that you've spent so little 'time' with." She hung a couple quotes around 'time', and went on to explain. "She doesn't count dream time as time together, and if you take that out, you and Lizzy have been together for what? A week, maybe?" A little over that with Thanksgiving and the holidays," I said. "So what am I supposed to do?" Nothing," she said. "I.